Little house behind the house

[CarpMan]

Carpy, I think I owe you an Thank you.Its not everyday I can write something down on this keyboard and have someone follow as to where I'm going with it.I tend to think I do my best thinking in the outhouse, but we anit got no electric to it.Do they sell keyboards with a 150 foot cord for your computer ? P N JOne of my bygone recollections, as I recall the days of yore
is the little house, behind the house, with the crescent over the door.
Twas a place to sit and ponder with your head bowed down low;
knowing that you wouldn't be there, if you didn't have to go.
Ours was a three-holer, with a size for every one.
You left there feeling better, after your usual job was done.
You had to make these frequent trips whether snow, rain, sleet, or fog-
to the little house where you usually found the sears-roebuck catalog.
Oft times in dead of winter, the seat was covered with snow.
'Twas then with much reluctance, to the little house you'd go.
With a swish you'd clear the seat, bend low, with dreadful fear
you'd blink your eyes and grit your teeth as you settled on your rear.
I recall the day granddad, who stayed with us one summer,
made a trip to the shanty which proved to be a hummer.
'Twas the same day my dad finished painting the kitchen green.
He'd just cleaned up the mess he'd made with rags and gasoline.
He tossed the rags in the shanty hole and went on his usual way
not knowing that by doing so he would eventually rue the day.
Now granddad had an urgent call, I never will forget!
This trip he made to the little house lingers in my memory yet.
He sat down on the shanty seat, with both feet on the floor.
Then filled his pipe with tobacco and struck a match on the outhouse door.
After the tobacco began to glow, he slowly raised his rear:
tossed the flaming match in the open hole, with not a sign of fear.
The blast that followed, I am sure was heard for miles around;
and there was poor ol' granddad just sitting on the ground.
The smoldering pipe was still in his mouth, his suspenders he held tight;
the celebrated three-holer was blown clear out of sight.
When we asked him what had happened, his answer I'll never forget.
He thought it must be something that he had recently et!
Next day we had a new one which my dad built with ease.
With a sign on the entrance door which read: no smoking, please!
Now that's the end of the story, with memories of long ago,
of the little house, behind the house where we went cause we had to go. C Man from Snow hollow....
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[WTL]

Lol, Hi PnJ. So I guess I know who Carpman is now.

[JB]

[CarpMan]

Originally Posted by WTL

Lol, Hi PnJ. So I guess I know who Carpman is now.

Hey WTL! Congrats on catching tha hawg, nice fish. This is just a lil humor for pnj. As for the C.Man, well he is a phantom, an illusion, you may know me, you may not. The C. Man

[WTL]

Lol, to be honest I don't care either way.

[flbassman]

PNJ= Cman?????

[CarpMan]

Originally Posted by flbassman

PNJ= Cman?????

flbassman, Pnj is not as ugly as I am. I wanted to move one of mine and pnj's post over to non- fishing and add a lil jingle of my own and didn't quite do it right. Anyway, I'm the C man

[pig n jig]

Carpy, That was a right nice story you wrote.No Cman and I aren't the one and the same.I bought a new home Carpy,signed the papers today. Not only does it have a bathroom with indoor plumbing, Its got 2 bathrooms.I anit sure why one wasn't plenty enough ? I don't know if I'll miss going out to the little house behind the house. P N J

[flbassman]

Way too confusing for me... Guess that was the object