Sweet Thang

There once was a lady with bony knees.
She would do as she damn well pleased.
It was comical how she wore no socks.
The neighbors could hear her for blocks.
She kind of waddled; a bowlegged duck.
She was slow; but could she ever pluck.
I never learned how to play the guitar.
But my father used pick it in the bar.
So I will just go twang, twang, twang.
This is for you, love ya, sweet thang.