Sorry Sis

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First off let appologize to my mom,
to dad and my aunt and my uncle Tom.
Not uncle Tom about who the sellouts shout,
or the guy with the cabin that Warrant sings about.
But the uncle who partied when he just turned 50
and we all joined him, boy was it nifty.
It was one of those parties where costumes were required,
and the beer was on tap, so we all got wired.
Mom dressed as a whitch, not much of a surprise.
Dad as pirate with a patch over one of his eyes.
Uncle Tom went as Colnial sanders, insert own joke here.
Aunt Jane as a stripper, she had shoes that were clear.
I went as a pimp, its easy you know,
you just wear fur and big hats and you walk in with a ho'
That Ho' of course is the point of all this.
The subject of my appology, that Ho' was sis.
My sister Kelly, you see, went as a whore,
not a high class escort, but a skank you find at the shore.
She wore a black lace bra with an open front shirt.
Ripped nylons, high heels, a 6 inch long skirt.
She had needle marks, black eyes, a case of the scurvey.
Her hair full of dye, 8 inches high, she straight out of Jersey.
(edditors note: People of New Jersey, with or without big hair,
I should appologize, but hell I've been there)
When my sister walked in we all had a bash
partly cause of the booze, that and we could see her gash
She was playing the part, hitting on guys
sitting on laps, rubbing on thighs.
I see now I wrong, I know it wasn't funny
But hell I'm just a kid, and I needed the money.
My cousin was first, he paid a doller to peak,
next was his brother, twice as much to watch her as she took a leek.
Uncle Dave paid ten dollars for her panties he put on his head,
Poor cousin Frank wanted Anal, but could afford only head.
My mom was in shock when my dad got head too
but then she calmed down, it was one less thing for her to do.
She took on her family one at a time
and I follewed her around and took every dime.
Now she feels bad, she got bruised up knees.
And thanks to my aunt Carrol, it hurts when she pees.
My mom and my dad walk around in a wallow,
my moms mad cause shes a slut, my dad cause she didn't swallow.
Sis I'm sorry your hated, I can never make things right,
please wont you forgive me, cause theres a party friday night.

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