![]() When the snow is on the outhouse, And the frost is on the seat; It’s then that nature’s duty calls And you move with hurried feet! You don’t have time to shovel, So you waller through the snow; And you don’t need a weatherman To know it’s four below! You make a quick deposit And tear a page or two Of last year’s mail house catalog – Or even corn cobs will do! Then to the house and fireside You hurry without fail… With frozen stuff hanging from your nose And frostbite on your tail! see also Bad Gas & Redneck Sections Redneck 2-Minute Poetry Contest Redneck Outhouse Redneck Outhouse Throne Texas Outhouse Art |
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