AUSSIE OUTBACK TOILET
Only those who have used an
outside toilet will appreciate this.
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 there,
The log
across the rill
Led to a
shack, marked His and Hers
That sat
against the hill.
"Where
is the ladies lavatory, sir?"
The owner
leaning back,
Said not a
word but whittled on,
And nodded
toward the shack.
With
quickened step she entered there
But only
stayed a minute,
Until she
screamed, just like a snake
Or spider
might be in it.
With startled
look and beet red face
She bounded
through the door,
And headed
quickly for the car
Just like
three Sheila's did before.
She missed
the foot bridge - jumped the stream
The owner
gave a shout,
As her silk
stockings, down at her knees
Caught on an
acacia sprout.
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 dams got set
And then the
devilish tike,
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!"
More of the above in this great book
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More of the above in this great book
Available now as an EBook from:
Amazon or Smashwords
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