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Searching For The Outhouse

Travelling through the outback with a tour group, my stomach started rumblin' I had to go poop. I ran underneath a eucalyptus tree, but a dang dingo kept following me. I had to go really darn bad, this is the worst feeling I have ever had. I kept running around was feeling rather daft, I seen a kookaburra it stood there and laughed. I was running wildly around the open bush, farts were comin' out of me gassy tush. Me knickers were being real nasty buggars, they kept ridin' they were extremely tight huggers. After all the runnin' around I met up with my tour group, never did find the dang outhouse and I still gotta go poop. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Sept.1/2004 This is one of the writes in my poetry book titled, "Who Says Poetry and Humour Don't Mix?"

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Date: 3/24/2015 7:59:00 AM
You know, of course, that if you don't find that outhouse...you are gonig to explode. This one was hilarious!
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Date: 4/13/2015 7:15:00 AM
Hehe M.L. That's what I'm not hoping for, is to explode. Thank you so much for stopping to have a read and leave a comment. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia