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The Outhouse

Poetry By: RazorBlade

The ole Lavatory

Submitted:Feb 6, 2012    Reads: 112    Comments: 9    Likes: 3   


"The Outhouse" I go,

to "The Outhouse" I go,

I slam my bum on the seat,

now this is really not that neat,

and with each trip that I must seek,

my roids are feeling even more bleak!


"The Outhouse" I go,

to "The Outhouse" I go,

the smell is so strong,

in this hot summer heat,

I am swatting the pesky flys,

and dodging waspers from stinging my bum seat.


A silly man like me stuck here,

sitting in this outhouse for some personal relief,

keep this in mind and don't be like me,

in the future carry your own paper to use,

and water to wash your hands,

because "The Outhouse" is just for a simple man like me!


I have just one question,

Who will help me pick these splinters,

out of my buttocks please?


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