" The Outhouse "

When I was but a lad
We lived down an old dirt country road
We didn't have a modern bathroom
With a shower or commode
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If nature called and you felt the need
You would hurry down the path
It was 25 steps to be exact
If you care to due the math
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There sat an old wooden shack
A quarter moon carved in it's door
I remember that my tiny feet
They barely touched the floor
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At night the path was scary
I would run to reach the shack
But I never really worried
Someone always walked me back
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In the summer time the shack was hot
In the winter it was cold
It smelled real bad most all the time
And the wind blew through quite bold
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The shack it always leaked
In the rain and snow and sleet
And it really was quite common
To find ice upon the seat
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The catalog that was inside
It wasn't just to read
It also had another use
Once you finished with your deed
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The old shack it had its draw backs
But so often saved you grief
So it has earned it's place in history
Because it brought you such relief .
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Robert Pledger©
10/17/04