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<blockquote data-quote="chrisy" data-source="post: 243551" data-attributes="member: 3193"><p>The House Behind The House</p><p></p><p>One of my fondest memories </p><p>As I recall the days of yore </p><p>was the little house, behind the house, </p><p>With the crescent o'er the door. </p><p> </p><p>'Twas a place to sit and ponder </p><p>With your head all bowed down low; </p><p>Knowing that you wouldn't be there, </p><p>If you didn't have to go. </p><p> </p><p>Ours was a multi-holer, three,</p><p>With a size for every one. </p><p>You left there feeling better, </p><p>After your job was done. </p><p> </p><p>You had to make those frequent trips </p><p>In snow, rain, sleet, or fog-- </p><p>To that little house where you usually </p><p>Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog. </p><p> </p><p>Oft times in de ad of winter, </p><p>The seat was spread with snow. </p><p>Twas then with much reluctance, </p><p>To that little house you'd go. </p><p> </p><p>With a swish you'd clear that wooden seat, </p><p>Bend low, with dreadful fear </p><p>You'd shut your eyes and grit your teeth </p><p>As you settled on your rear. </p><p> </p><p>I recall the day Ol' Granddad, </p><p>Who stayed with us one summer, </p><p>Made a trip out to that little house </p><p>Which proved to be a bummer. </p><p> </p><p>'Twas the same day that my Dad had</p><p>Finished painting the kitchen green. </p><p>He'd just cleaned up the mess he'd made </p><p>With rags and gasoline. </p><p> </p><p>He tossed the rags down in the hole </p><p>Went on his usual way </p><p>Not knowing that by doing so </p><p>He'd eventually rue the day. </p><p></p><p>Now Granddad had an urgent call, </p><p>I never will forget! </p><p>This trip he made to the little house </p><p>Stays in my memory yet. </p><p> </p><p>He sat down on the wooden seat, </p><p>With both feet on the floor. </p><p>He filled his pipe and tapped it down </p><p>And struck a match on the outhouse door.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>He lit the pipe and sure enough,</p><p>it soon began to glow.</p><p>He slowly raised his rear a bit </p><p>And tossed the flaming match below.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The Blast that followed, I am told </p><p>Was heard for miles around; </p><p>And there was poor ol' Granddad </p><p>Sprawled out there on the ground. </p><p> </p><p>The smoldering pipe still in his mouth, </p><p>His eyes were shut real tight; </p><p>The celebrated three-holer </p><p>Was blown clear out of sight. </p><p> </p><p>We asked him what had happened, </p><p>What he said I'll ne'er forget. </p><p>He said he thought it must have been </p><p>The pinto beans he et!</p><p></p><p> </p><p>Next day we had a new one </p><p>Dad put it up with ease. </p><p>But this one had a door sign </p><p>that read: No Smoking, Please!</p><p> </p><p>Now that's the story's end my friend,</p><p>Of memories long ago, </p><p>When we went to the house behind the house,</p><p>because we had to go.</p><p>For those who never had to trot out in the Cold.....</p><p>Just Give Thanks!!!</p><p></p><p>sorry it's a bit long but I found it funny with a few memories of when I was a Kid. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite10" alt=":oops:" title="Oops! :oops:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":oops:" /> :lol:</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="chrisy, post: 243551, member: 3193"] The House Behind The House One of my fondest memories As I recall the days of yore was the little house, behind the house, With the crescent o'er 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. You left there feeling better, After your job was done. You had to make those frequent trips In snow, rain, sleet, or fog-- To that little house where you usually Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog. Oft times in de ad of winter, The 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 rear. I recall the day Ol' Granddad, Who stayed with us one summer, Made a trip out to that little house Which 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 Not knowing that by doing so He'd eventually rue the day. Now Granddad had an urgent call, I never will forget! This trip he made to the little house Stays in my memory yet. He sat down on the wooden seat, With both feet on the floor. He filled his pipe and tapped it down And struck a match on the outhouse door. He lit the pipe and sure enough, it soon began to glow. He slowly raised his rear a bit And tossed the flaming match below. The Blast that followed, I am told Was heard for miles around; And there was poor ol' Granddad Sprawled out there on the ground. The smoldering pipe still in his mouth, His eyes were shut real tight; The celebrated three-holer Was blown clear out of sight. We asked him what had happened, What he said I'll ne'er 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. For those who never had to trot out in the Cold..... Just Give Thanks!!! sorry it's a bit long but I found it funny with a few memories of when I was a Kid. :oops: :lol: [/QUOTE]
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