[Seen elsewhere, author not credited]
The outside toilet.
In deep midwinter freezing cold,
Walked down the path, feeling bold,
Needed to go, just couildn't wait,
But the wind and rain would not abate.
Those powdered walls that made you white,
If you should touch them out of fright,
When a big black spider came to greet,
As you sat upon the cold, hard seat.
The sunday paper cut in squares,
Waitng to cut your derriere,
Hung from a nail on the wall,
Something to read whilst in the stall.
Alas,