Ode to Winter: Stuck

Driving to the barn today was not so very nice.
The fog was thick, the roads were slick,
and covered with black ice.

But worst of all was cleaning stalls
with temps a minus three.
"Oh great!" I exclaimed, "It's freezing cold
and now I have to pee."

I found a spot in the corner of the stall
for needed privacy,
so I dropped my drawers,
relieved myself, then tried to leave the scene.

"Oh no!" I shrieked, "My butt's stuck to the wall
 of this makeshift horse latrine."