Mountain Cowgirl
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The Day Before Christmas
by MC circa 1978
Snow and twenty below bring thoughts of monkeys made of brass
And dreams of spring with cattle grazing on the tall green grass
It was the day before Christmas, nothing was stirring, not even a mouse
The call of nature called number two, I hadn't yet shoveled to the old outhouse
Even though I had donned my thigh-high wool stockings with care
My mind worried and fretted, could I shovel fast and safely get there
Then all of a sudden to my eyes what should appear
But a 6-foot-high drift at the privy door, my worst fear
With vim and vigor, I shoveled like a crazy woman with no pose
Only to get inside to find the seat lid iced and froze
As I gingerly lowered my cheeks on the frozen fog
I saw no TP, nothing except the emergency Sears catalog
by MC circa 1978
Snow and twenty below bring thoughts of monkeys made of brass
And dreams of spring with cattle grazing on the tall green grass
It was the day before Christmas, nothing was stirring, not even a mouse
The call of nature called number two, I hadn't yet shoveled to the old outhouse
Even though I had donned my thigh-high wool stockings with care
My mind worried and fretted, could I shovel fast and safely get there
Then all of a sudden to my eyes what should appear
But a 6-foot-high drift at the privy door, my worst fear
With vim and vigor, I shoveled like a crazy woman with no pose
Only to get inside to find the seat lid iced and froze
As I gingerly lowered my cheeks on the frozen fog
I saw no TP, nothing except the emergency Sears catalog