Missy Nance's Tights

Missy Nance's tights
Had set their sights
On a different kind of use.
Husband Fred
Put them on his head
Ready for the theft.
Things went wrong
They would all along
And the cashier ended up dead.
But this was not the end
I'll fend
Missy Nance got them on again.
She saw the vicar
The city slicker
Wearing these same tights.
Luckily for her
He did not refer
To the ladder in the legs.
But Missy Nance
Just cast a glance
To heaven and its ministry.
On doing so
The clever so-and-so
Managed to climb up this very ladder.
Her aura, the witch,
A lovely pink-rose madder.
She was out of the pit
And out of the shit!