Outhouse Poem by Lamar Cole

Outhouse



He went to the outhouse to take a dump.
The wind felt so cold upon his rump.
He had to finish fast.
He didn't know how long the strong wind would last.
He was very thankful for the Sears Roebuck Catalog Book.
He used as many pages to wipe his butt as it took.

Thursday, December 20, 2018
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