Just Sox

Sally's stockings was hung on the lampshade there,
In hopes that LeRoy would be sober this year.

The youngn's was wrestling and jumping off beds,
While visions of a double wide danced in their heads.
With tarabearsmom in her leather miniskirt and Johnny Walker is his cap,
Had just settled down for a quickie and a nap.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
Sally tripped on her 4 inch heel yelling "What is the matter?"
Away to the window she flew with her stash,
Snatched open the duct taped window and puffed on her hash.
The moon on the dash of her 78 Pinto,
Gave a luster of bondo to objects below.
When what to her bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a Ford 4x4 loaded with beer.
With a potbellied driver smoking a cancer stick,
She knew in a moment it must be her Uncle Dick.

Too much typing, I gotta stop y'all