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Friday, November 14, 2008

How Likely Is It To Hear This Subject Three Times In One Week?

I heard a conversation about outhouses at Curves this week then Johnny G. writes about them in his blog. My massage therapist told me about a book she had read about them and was going to let me read it. She couldn't find it so sent me a website where I could vote for my favorite one which I did. Since I couldn't find my picture of the out house at the country cemetary where all my people are buried I borrowed this cute one from helenmit34. So to put my two cents worth in here is a poem I wrote sometime ago.
Santas In The Outhouse

Santas in the outhouse children gotta wait,take another nap kids santas gonna be late.

The reindeer are pawing, chomping at the bits, while looking at the catalog, in the outhouse he sits.

The snow is coming down with Christmas almost here. He'll get out of there in time just never never fear.

Santas in the outhouse its something he's gotta do. He will be out delivering toys just as soon as he is through.


The chimmneys have been cleaned anticipating his red suit,carrying a bag on his shoulder filled with Christmas loot.

Santas in the outhouse, hope he didn't forget the date. Mrs Claus will call him since she is his Christmas mate.

Elves have oiled the runners on the little red sled. The reindeer have been brushed and already they are fed.

The newsmen are at the ready to track him in the sky. Everyone debating do reindeer really know how to fly?

I think I hear the jingle bells, hooray he's finally out, he'll make all the children's houses of this I have no doubt.

Santa was in the outhouse, but now he's finally out. Christmas will go on as usual, he's already started his route.

Jump in bed little children pretend to be asleep, cover up your head you're not allowed to peep.

Santas out of the outhouse, I knew he'd be on time. I just couldn't help myself, please forgive this little rhyme.

Paula

21 comments:

jack69 said...

Love it Paula! the poetry is great. Our boys like to brag about living in a house with an outhouse when they were kids, but at least they had running water in the house. HA!.
My Uncle had a two holer down in Laurens, SC.
good entry.
Jack

Ora said...

we had a outhouse as I was growing up..hated it..always banged on the walls and dooor before going in...to scare maybe what was in there really...but I did enjoy looking at the sears catalog...but didn't enjoy using it..sheesh...it was a two holer...why...nobody else ever went in there when I was in there??? LOL...but Mother made it pretty...morning glories growing all over it...and it was hosed down inside with regularity...with a hose of course...what else LOLOLOLOL...you are so funny with your poetry Paula..love it...God Bless...hugs..Ora

garnett109 said...

That was just beautiful Paula!

Sugar said...

have something 4 u, but can't find your email addy, please send it to me so i can email this to you. :)
huggies...

MISSY said...

Awww that was a cute poem Ms. Paula. *M*

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Janie said...

lol That is really cute. Can tell where your mind was when you wrote this... lol where you in the outhouse? hehehe Blessings, Janie

Jean said...

Love the poem Paula the outhouse brings back memories for me we had one when I was growing up in the country. Take care jean

Kath said...

He -He Paula brilliant.Oh!for the
"Good Old Days.

I hope someone had been in the outhouse and had kindly put.
Some nice soft paper not MAGAZINES for Santa to wipe his butt. LOL!!

Have A great weekend Take Care God Bless Kathxx

http://kath-mysimplerhymes2.blogspot.com/

Karen said...

So we have a poet amongst us! Fun to read. Nice pics on sidebar.

Jan said...

Paula that has to be your best yet ,67 years old and I have never thought of Santa needing to use the outhouse lol ,great way to start my day chuckle ..love Jan xx

BlueRidge Boomer said...

Love it!!...Love it!!
Brings back memories of visiting "the Farm" during the summers....we each had our own flashlight!!

Alice said...

Hi Paula. Another good one that brings back so many old times. :).......

Robin said...

I have never been in a real "outhouse" just porta potty and I don't like those too much. I cannot even imagine having to use an outhouse all the time.

Love the poem!

Martha said...

That is so cute Paula!! I love your poems :-)

Jimmy's Journal said...

Cute poem. There's an old country song titled "He's In The Jailhouse Now" and that's the first thing I thought of when I read your post.

Jimmy

Ally Lifewithally said...

Paula your poem is great ~ I really enjoyed ~ thankyou ~ Ally x

REGINA said...

i love the poem. hey, even santa has to go. too bad he is too busy to put in an indoor toilet, lol.

the new picture shows a marble map of texas. that is way too cool. and i love the flower-boots.

be blessed,

regina

Indigo said...

Too cute loved it! (Hugs)Indigo

Marlene said...

Paula, I loved your poem. Unfurtunatley, makes me think of Hubby. Everytime I call him for supper, goes where he is. Marlene

Lori said...

I love it! (But I hope he washed his hands!)

Gerry said...

i got a kick out of this poem as there are lots of outhouses in my past. You know kids were always falling in the outhouses, well often enough so that when the CCC built standard outhouses and the hole was very deep, all of us kids were scared to death we might fall in it and die for sure. Then watch out for black widows, and oh oh, no paper, the catalog is all used up, do some people really use corn cobs, I used to wonder, and my sisters once gave my husband and me an outhouse party as they hauled one to our ranch, all painted up with giant polka dots! That is my outhouse take on this entry! Gerry