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[Guest guest]

Behind Our House

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 Granddad,

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'd

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 Granddad 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 not a sign of fear

The Blast that followed, I am sure

Was heard for miles around;

And there was poor ol' Granddad

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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" Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tries, and a touch

that never hurts. "

Dickens

[Guest guest]

That's good Barb.. but where's the cartoon that goes with it?