Memories of an Outhouse?

Question

One of my bygone recollections As I recall the days of yore
Is the little house, behind the house, With the crescent over the door.
'Twas a place to sit and ponder With your head bowed down low;
Knowing that you wouldn't be there, If you didn't have to go.
Ours was a three-holer, With a size for every one.
You left there feeling better, After your usual job was done.
You had to make these frequent trips Whether snow, rain, sleet, or fog-
To the little house where you usually Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog.
Oft times in dead of winter, The seat was covered with snow.
'Twas then with much reluctance, To the little house you'd go.
With a swish you'd clear the seat, Bend low, with dreadful fear
You'd blink your eyes and grit your teeth As you settled on your rear.
I recall the day Grandpa, Who stayed with us one summer,
Made a trip to the shanty Which proved to be a hummer.
'Twas the same day my Dad Finished painting the kitchen green.
He'd just cleaned up the mess he's made With rags and gasoline.
He tossed the rags in the shanty hole And went on his usual way
Not knowing that by doing so He would eventually rue the day.
Now Grandpa had an urgent call, I never will forget!!!
This trip he made to the little house Lingers in my memory yet.
He sat down on the shanty seat, With both feet on the floor.
Then filled his pipe with tobacco And struck a match on the outhouse door.
After the tobacco began to glow, He slowly raised his rear:
Tossed the flaming match in the open hole, with no sign of fear.
The blast that followed, I am sure Was heard for miles around;
And there was poor ol' Grandpa just sitting on the ground.
The smoldering pipe was still in his mouth, His suspenders he held tight;
The celebrated three-holer Was blown clear out of sight.
When we asked him what had happened, His answer I'll never forget.
He thought it must be something That he had recently et!
Next day we had a new one Which my Dad built with ease.
With a sign on the entrance door Which read: No Smoking, Please!
Now that's the end of the story, With memories of long ago,
Of the little house, behind the house Where we went cause we had to go!



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Answer 1

this is a funny song I have that goes along the same subject....

They past an ordinance in the town
Said we'd have to tear it down
That little brown shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said
It's day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory

Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town

It was not too long ago
That I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I'd sit me down to rest
Like a snow bird on her nest
And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog

I would hum a happy tune
Peeping through the quarter moon
Just like my Pappy's kin had done before
It was in that quiet pot
Daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor

It was not a castle fair
I could build my future there
Build castles to the yellow jacket's drone
I could orbit round the sun
Fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon his own throne

It wasn't fancy built at all
Had newspapers on the wall
It was air conditioned in the wintertime
It was just a humble hut
But it's door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime

Answer 2

I undergo in techniques nicely the old outhouse. speedy lime grew to become into use to help save the scent down. Tear out a internet site from Sears catalog for use as rest room paper. Then there grew to become into newspaper or corn shucks. interior the iciness you iced over and interior the summertime, you took a deep breath till now you went in. whilst the pit have been given complete a clean hollow grew to become into dug and the outhouse moved. The outhouse grew to become into the 4 runner of the Porta potty this is used as we talk Pu Wee, permit me out of right here. For meanness lock your brother or sister in from the outdoors.

Answer 3

Funny! 10!

Answer 4

cute