Remember the old outhouse, the place where you had to go?
It was the little shack out back that had only one hole.
Some folks call it the "John", the clapper and the privy.
They were such fun on Halloween; but some were really heavy.
Some trips were quick, no time to sit and rest.
Just below that single hole was a yellow jackets' nest.
Night trips were the worst; Just to go there was a chore.
The big bad Bogey Man was surely behind the door.
Whet fun to go in winter! No choice in the cold winter night.
Sure was character building to sit there alone without a light.
Just to sit on cold boards and shiver, getting' your business done in a hurry.
Snow blowing through the cracks was a real cause to worry.
On a wall hung the Sears catalog; It had an important job:
The "Wish Book" as it was called was sure better than an old corn cob.
The old outhouse is gone now with weathered boards worn thin.
But I'll warn you not to go out back; You might step where its has been!
James Goodall
Thanks Barb!
