Miss December

Twas a night I would rather not remember
The night I met the sex pot, Miss December
She thought that she was hot and cute
Dressed in a two piece Santa suit



I went down to a local bar
I should have walked, but I took the car
I sat down on my favorite stool
Feeling good and acting cool

I downed my fifth or sixth J.D.
That’s when Miss December put the hit on me
She said, hey good lookin’ you’re quite the hunk
I slurred, you are cute and quite a chunk

The more I drank the better she looked
After the 8th J.D., I’d say I was hooked

We were all over each other like two dogs in heat
She said, come home with me and I’ll give you a treat


I had to use her bathroom, when she first opened the door
I swayed so much while in there; I went on the seat, walls and the floor
When I came out of the bathroom, she was lying on her bed
I stood there for a minute and it was then she said

It would really be a shame
To do the deed and not know your name
I said, I could see where it would be a bummer
So I will tell you now, my name is Joe the plumber

So you see now why I don’t want to remember
That horrid night with Miss December
There are some things I’ll always regret
Because I’m still getting treatment for it yet

Written by Tom Hutchinson
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