THE OUTHOUSE RUN

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
this reminded me of when we live in a town called woodville and believe me it was out in the wood's

Submitted: October 06, 2016

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BooksOuthouse Run
Way beyond my youthful years
When now it seems so awful clear
To have the urge so late at night
While praying for the morning light
Tossing,turning, squezzing checks
Crossing legs you can't defeat
Slipping, sliding, holding fast
The pressure builds I hope it gas
Knowning darn well it time to go
Reaching down to find my close
Tying shoes in one great knot
Trying hard not to forget the trots
Windy,cloudy,no moon at night
I hit the trail with the outhouse in sight
Getting closer with both feet a sliding
I hope that catalog is still where its a hiding
Dragging, drooping, dropping drawers
Oh what a relief when pants hit floor
Graces, spacious, oht a design
Only one sitter with my but in mind
Thriller, chiller, oh my sublime
If I miss the seat will they find me in time
Maggots, gag it's, it's what lies below
The smell so grouse, it burns yur nose
Pressure building botth cheeks are smeared
Burning steaming weeping wiping tears
Gripping, grasping,prodding nimble fingers
Sears not Roebucks the smell still lingers
Creeping, cramping, crawling things
 must have been those pinto beans
 Crawling cramping, creeping things
 Must have been those turnip greens
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out
 The worms they crawl all about
 Flopping, Flipping, fluttering, whispering chills
Must be winter out here this time of year
Reaching, raising, rising, foorever tall
My ass removed from my frozen stall
 Fresh air, cold air, thinair, no air
Its time to leave my little woodeen square
Pants a rising, knees a shining, shoes a tying
Cold belt loops, fingers having trouble finding
Roosters cackling, baby pigs a squealing
My warm bedroom bunk, at last is yelling
Oh them days of younger by gone years
 How quick they come, how fast they disappear
With my mission done, when I was young
In the life of my famous outhouse run
The End
 
 



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