Ode to the Outhouse by kscorn080 (pete)

Do you remember

The little house out behind

Where you had to go out

And clear your mind

You sat in there

With the critters and bugs

Bees and spiders

Maybe even some slugs

It was an oven in summer

And made you sweat

An icebox in winter

When it rained it was wet

When you were finished

Done with your chore

You jump up quickly

And rush out the door

For you had been told

But it might not be true

A monster is down there

And hes watching for you

Yes those were the days

Things were tough

No chains to pull

Or handles to flush

No fleecy paper

Easy on your derriere

You tore out a page

From the big book from Sears

So when you're cussing

Cuz the kids plugged your pot

Think of the old shitter

Give thanks for what you got

kscorn080 pete--2006