Two Peas in a Pod

I tried to get elected
As mayor of our town
The voters always selected
The best man, hands down.

I don't know what made me,
Decide to wear a dress,
A mayor should be politically
Suave, with manliness.

My wife went out the door that day,
She wore her clothes with flair.
She left some stockings on the floor,
Her dress was on the chair.

It tempted me beyond belief,
I threw them on with glee!
Then to my sad and solemn grief,
Someone discovered me.

My neighbor came to borrow salt,
He peeked in, called my name,
He saw me, then came to a halt,
Much to my dreadful shame.

He ran back across the street,
I disrobed without delay,
When my outfit was complete,
I followed across the way.

My intention to apologize,
Was right inside my mouth,
Then, just as the birdies fly,
My apology went south.

For, as I rang my neighbor's bell,
I saw his hairy chest,
At the sight I almost fell,
He had on his wife's dress.

He looked at me, his face bright red,
We both grinned a bit,
My mayoral run was not dead,
It didn't even take a hit!