Thunderbox Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
Thunderbox
In Granddad’s garden there still stands
a thunder box. A monument
built lovingly by Granddads hands,
intended to be permanent,
But fashions change and indoor loos
took the place of earth closets
So now it has a different use
but he can cope with life’s upsets.
It houses now his garden tools
Green painted and in good repair
Granddad has little time for fools.
Who cannot change and will not dare.
But Granddad can and Granddad will
accept the world cannot stand still.
21/07/2007
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5/8/2024 11:40:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I remember my Grandfather had one at the bottom of his garden, smelly thing too! ! ! ! He was the only one that would use it. Luckily he had another in the house. Ha! Great bit of history here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX