The Outhouse Fiasco
I was raised up in Wichita Kansas
A city slicker I'd guess you would say
Once my Uncle Ben took my brother and I
To visit his cabin for a night and a day
We fished and swam and had great fun
Then went back to the cabin for a bit
I asked Uncle Ben, “Where's the bathroom at”
He said, “Out back and down that path is it”
I thought that's weird as I walked out the door
But ran as my stomach I had to clench
I shoved the door open and pulled down my pants
and sat down on a big hole in a bench
I was feeling triumphant as things started to flow,
The door bumped my knee so I kicked it shut
That's when a wasp nest in the corner came alive
And I had nothing to wipe my butt!
After that there was screaming and shouting
There was crying as I beat on that old stuck door
I came out alive but man what a mess it made
And I never used that old outhouse anymore
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