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Date Posted: 14:58:55 10/31/04 Sun
Author: Jade
Subject:

The Old Gas Station

> > The Old Gas Station
> > Author Unknown
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> > The service station trade was slow.
> > The owner sat around,
> > With sharpened knife and cedar stick.
> > Piled shavings on the ground.
> >
> > No modern facilities had they,
> > The log across the rill
> > Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
> > That sat against the hill.
> >
> > "Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
> > The owner leaning back,
> > Said not a word but whittled on,
> > And nodded toward the shack.
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> > With quickened step she entered there
> > But only stayed a minute,
> > Until she screamed, just like a snake
> > Or spider might be in it.
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> > With startled look and beet red face
> > She bounded through the door,
> > And headed quickly for the car.
> > Just like three gals before.
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> > She tripped and fell -- got up,
> > and then In obvious disgust,
> > Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
> > And faded in the dust.
> >
> > Of course we all desired to know
> > What made the gals all do
> > The things they did, and then we found
> > The whittling owner knew.
> >
> > A speaking system he'd devised
> > To make the thing complete,
> > He tied a speaker on the wall
> > Beneath the toilet seat.
> >
> > He'd wait until the gals got set
> > And then the devilish guy,
> > Would stop his whittling long enough,
> > To speak into the mike.
> >
> > And as she sat, a voice below
> > Struck terror, fright and fear
> > "Will you please use the other hole,
> > We're painting under here"

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