| Subject: Ode To The Outhouse |
Author:
Ted Yahraus
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Date Posted: 21:39:53 12/03/02 Tue
Author Host/IP: 226-pool2.ras10.inind.alerondial.net/206.148.145.226
Scorned and ridiculed, most lowly old shack,
Your name brings a smile to all without fail,
But, without you, some folks surely would lack,
You, with your catalog, your lime, your pail...
A stark silhouette, 'gainst meadow or glade,
Flies buzz'in, occasional hornet or two...
Such character, rough planks, from which you were made,
That AMBIENCE, makes minutes seem hours -- PHEEWWW!!
A nasty old perch straddles dark, hellish pit,
The least winsome place on God's good, green earth!
Minds fear a fall into four feet of s_ _ _,
Lungs burst, holding breath for all they're worth!
This tribute must close, though hardly begun,
We've painted a scene both gross and sublime,
Hark! Do I hear some more steps on the run??
To not pay you laud would be such a crime!
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