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Topic: The House Behind The House
Posted By: wildbill69
Subject: The House Behind The House
Date Posted: 14 March 2007 at 17:08
The House Behind The House





One of my fondest memories
As I recall the days of yore
was the little house, behind the house,
With the crescent o'er the door.

'Twas a place to sit and ponder
With your head all bowed down low;
Knowing that you wouldn't be there,
If you didn't have to go.

Ours was a multi-holer, three,
With a size for every one.
You left there feeling better,
After your job was done.

You had to make those frequent trips
In snow, rain, sleet, or fog--
To that little house where you usually
Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog.

Oft times in dead of winter,
The seat was spread with snow.
'Twas then with much reluctance,
To that little house you'd go.

With a swish you'd clear that wooden seat,
Bend low, with dreadful fear
You'd shut your eyes and grit your teeth
As you settled on your rear.

I recall the day Ol' Granddad,
Who stayed with us one summer,
Made a trip out to that little house
Which proved to be a bummer.

'Twas the same day that my Dad had
Finished painting the kitchen green.
He'd just cleaned up the mess he'd made





With rags and gasoline.

He tossed the rags down in the hole
Went on his usual way
Not knowing that by doing so
He'd eventually rue the day.





Now Granddad had an urgent call,
I never will forget!
This trip he made to the little house
Stays in my memory yet.

He sat down on the wooden seat,
With both feet on the floor.
He filled his pipe and tapped it down
And struck a match on the outhouse door.

He lit the pipe and sure enough,
it soon began to glow.
He slowly raised his rear a bit
And tossed the flaming match below.








The Blast that followed, I am told
Was heard for miles around;
And there was poor ol' Granddad
Sprawled out there on the ground.

The smoldering pipe still in his mouth,
His eyes were shut real tight;
The celebrated three-holer
Was blown clear out of sight.

We asked him what had happened,
What he said I'll ne'er forget.
He said he thought it must have been
The pinto beans he et!








Next day we had a new one
Dad put it up with ease.
But this one had a door sign
that read: No Smoking, Please!








Now that's the story's end my friend,
Of memories long ago,
When we went to the house behind the house,
because we had to go.


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Posted By: Kingpin
Date Posted: 15 March 2007 at 00:17

Billy Ed Wheeler had a popular song along those lines.

 

Ode to the little brown shack out back

 

They passed an ordinance in the town,
They said we'd have to tear it down,
That little brown shack out back, so dear to me;
Though the Health Department said
Its day was over and dead,
It will stand forever in my memory.

******************** REFRAIN ******************
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down,
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down,
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down,
For there's not another like it,
in the country or the town.
*************************************************

Well, it was not so long ago,
That I went trippin' through the snow,
Out to that house, behind my old houn' dog;
There I'd set me down to rest,
Like a snowbird on her nest,
An' read the Sears and Roebuck catalog.

I would hum a happy tune,
Peepin' through the quarter-Moon,
Just like my daddy's kin had done before;
It was in that quiet spot,
That daily cares could be forgot...
It gave the same relief to rich and poor.

******************** REFRAIN ******************
Now, it was not a castle fair,
But I could build my future there,
an' build my castles to the yellow jacket's drone:
I could orbit round the Sun,
Fight with General Washington,
Or be a King upon his golden throne.

It wasn't fancy built at all,
It had newspapers on the wall,
It was air-conditioned in the wintertime;
It was just a humble hut,
But its door was never shut,
And a man could get inside without a dime.

******************** REFRAIN ******************

(sung twice at the end, 2nd & 3rd lines changed,last time)
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down,
Don't let 'em tear that precious building down,
Don't let 'em tear that dear old building down,
For there's not another like it
In the country or the town.

 



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There are times when a normal man must, spit in his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.



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