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The Cowboy's Christmas Ball
Old Pete got
his invitation,
In the mailbox one
afternoon,
It told of the annual Christmas
Ball,
That would be coming around real
soon.
He really
didn't know if he would go or not,
His best clothes were
not very good.
He dug out his old
Sunday hat he would wear,
It was shaped like an
old log of wood.
These
clothes had all been stashed in a box,
With
mothballs packed tight all around.
He checked to see if
he found any holes,
But luckily none
could be found.
He
thought that they smelled kinda raunchy,
But he guessed he could air them out some..
He'd hang them all out on that old barbed wire
fence,
Till time for the party would
come.
He
forgot about that old jenny,
That they kept
around to halter break colts.
When he went out one
day to gather his clothes,
What he saw there
sure gave him a jolt.
The
jacket was gone except for one sleeve,
The
pants were as bad off it seemed.
There was nothing
left but the pockets,
It all seemed like a
very bad dream.
He glanced out
toward a big old shade tree,
Where that jenny was
standing alone,
At her feet lay what was
left of his hat,
She'd eat it plumb down to
the bone.
Old Pete
walked slowly back into the shack,
He'd have to stay
home now this year.
He'd miss seeing all
those pretty little girls,
But at least he'd
have no crowds to fear
Bob E. Lewis
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