He had a winter’s worth of growth
Hanging from his face.
His horse was worn and beaten down
A little off his pace.
They were a dirty ragged pair
And it had been a while.
Since the man had had a bath
As the Bartender said with a smile.
Rosie here will fix you up
She owns a bath out back.
She’ll have you smelling like a rose
If you can handle that.
They took off all his clothing
And they got him in the tub.
And they gave this poor old mountain man
One hell of a scrub.
The bartender asked the ladies
Have you washed him head to toes.
She said we scrubbed him so damn hard
We found another suit of clothes.
By Ricky Sholar
1/18/2017
