The Necessary House/ Picture Borrowed From The Internet/Poem by Pauline Lieck
I'm admitting just how country I am when I post this entry. We still had an out house when I was a senior in high school. I didn't feel deprived then and I don't feel deprived now as I appreciate my house with not one but two real bathrooms.
For Jack and Sherry who discoved necessary rooms.
There was a little house a way out back, a good coat of paint it usually did lack.
The half moon window let in a little light, to us oldtimers memories are quite a sight.
Some were one hole Johnnys, some two or more, some you had to be careful not to fall through the floor.
A black widow spider usually made this her home, many daddy longlegs springing on their legs to roam.
All the old catalogs were stacked to the side, plenty of time to look and wish while time you did abide.
The catalogs had another use which we won't mention here. Memories of this little house is quite clear.
It didn't smell like a flower or even like a rose, because we didn't have canned air freshener, I suppose.
This was a good experience, to appreciate more our warm bathrooms with a good floor and door.
It was a necessary house, we like to reminisce, but our shiny modern bathrooms are just pure bliss.