Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

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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M. L. Kiser March 24, 2015 at 7:59 AM You know, of course, that if you don't find that outhouse...you are gonig to explode. This one was hilarious! Cynthia Jones April 13, 2015 at 7:15 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