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This is cute, we've all had to visit the "OUTHOUSE" sometime in our lives, so remember this one!!
One of my fondest memories
As I recall the days of yore
was the little house, behind the house,
the crescent over the door.
'Twas a place to sit and ponder
With your head all bowed down low;
Knowing that you
wouldn't be there,
If you didn't have to go.
Ours was a multi-holer, three,
With a size for every one.
left there feeling better,
After your job was done.
You had to make those frequent trips
In snow, rain, sleet,
To that little house where you usually
Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog.
Oft times in dead of winter,
seat was spread with snow.
Twas then with much reluctance,
To that little house you'd go.
With a swish you'd
clear that wooden seat,
Bend low, with dreadful fear
You'd shut your eyes and grit your teeth
As you settled on your
I recall the day Ol' Granddad,
Who stayed with us one summer,
Made a trip out to that little house
proved to be a bummer.
'Twas the same day that my Dad had finished painting the kitchen green.
He'd just cleaned
up the mess he'd made With rags and gasoline.
He tossed the rags down in the hole
Went on his usual way
that by doing so
He'd eventually rue the day.
Now Granddad had an urgent call!
I never will forget!
trip he made to the little house
Stays in my memory yet.
He sat down on the wooden seat,
With both feet on the
He filled his pipe and tapped it down
And struck a match on the outhouse door.
He lit the pipe and sure
it soon began to glow.
He slowly raised his rear a bit
And tossed the flaming match below.
that followed, I am told
Was heard for miles around;
And there was poor ol' Granddad
Sprawled out there on the
The smoldering pipe still in his mouth,
His eyes were shut real tight;
The celebrated three-holer
blown clear out of sight.
We asked him what had happened,
What he said I'll never forget.
He said he thought
it must have been
The pinto beans he et!
Next day we had a new one
Dad put it up with ease.
But this one
had a door sign
that read: No Smoking, Please!
Now that's the story's end my friend,
Of memories long ago,
When we went to the house behind the house,
because we had to go.