A very special dedication to my husband, Johnny, nephew, David, and my special friend, Ed. I leave this word of advice. "When Downing A Tree, Remember, Remove All Cans" and always remember "Grease Grease Everywhere!"

The day was very chilly; I had forgotten my jacket, my bones felt raw.
I borrowed a friend's black leather coat to wear; he was running a chainsaw.

That old chainsaw was accomplishing the needed task at hand!
Suddenly my husband cut off a large limb, it fell to the land.

Unbeknownst to him, a large rusty can of lubricating grease was under that tree.
This awful green slime was soon oozing over me.

The liquid drained into my mouth, eyes, ears and all over my head.
Those mean males just stood laughing at my predicament, off course my face was green and red.

The coat I was wearing was thrown into the back of our pickup, not being able to see.
I tried to find some paper towels to wipe off the slimy stuff quickly.

It burned my eyes and invaded any open space; I wanted to cry.
My nephew, David, stood there laughing and fussing about sawdust in his eye.

The grease got all over my glasses and ran down everywhere.
Them ornery males just kept laughing at my newly green hair.

I went into the elderly lady's house and washed the best I could.
Leaving those mischievous males to handle the wood.

About two hours later I was sitting and talking to the nice woman almost at peace.
She apologized for the mishap, she commented she should have removed that can of grease.

I told her it was okay misfortune always seems to tag me.
Hoping soon I could go home and be grease-free.

The bad thing was I had to put water on a burner and the wood stove to heat slowly.
For our hot water heater had caught afire, the water had no warmth; I felt lowly.

Finally I was able to scrub that ooze off my hair and face.
Folks this a true story about grease grease everywhere and the roguish male race.

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