The Outhouse
Back in the old days
Which wasn’t long ago.
We had to use the outhouse
When we had to go.
They came in many shapes and forms
And reeked of you know what.
The walk was rather tedious
When you had to go at night.
Some would keep a bed pan
Underneath their bed.
So if it was just #one
They would use it instead.
Some still have to use them.
Which is sad indeed.
It’s much easier to go inside
When you have to poop or pee.
So we thank you Lord for indoor plumbing
And that beloved Porcelain bowl.
It really comes in handy
Even if our face is in the hole.
I know this is disgusting
But if you stop and think.
Some yahoo did a great great job
To get rid of that wretched stink.
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