The Troupers' Balls

Wisconsin, well known for its cheese (and in the winter folks do freeze) , is also home to womenfolk who tell a mean erotic joke, most of the maidens carry much in solidarity as such to bovine friends, two shapely bumps (the sight will melt the fiercest grumps) . One day, the sun was kissing grasses and (somewhat speckled) Holstein asses, when teacher Zelda went to town in a light pink, revealing gown. The forecast had been for some flurries and Zelda always frets and hurries, so it was really no surprise that local trooper's eagle eyes detected her just as she slid around the turn right where he hid. Zelda was blond and, for a fact quite handsome and extremely stacked, she pulled, as ordered to the side with eight foot ditches as her guide. 'You are', she whispered, ' handing me what must, (you see, I guessed it) , be the ticket to the Troupers' Ball Wisconsin's Pride, held in the Fall.' 'Oh no', the officer declared as he took out and then prepared the book containing many blanks of papers rarely getting thanks. 'Wisconsin Cops use protocols but are not known for having balls.' A sudden silence had descended the trouper left, that's how it ended.