Tango Tango - The Dunny Out The Back

When I was a lad, we had a dunny out the back, <br />just a hundred feet away from the house, <br />down a little narrow track. <br />I never paid a call, as often as I should, <br />because upon opening the door, <br />the smell, boy, was it good. <br />Once inside, it was cold, dark, and clammy, <br />sitting there with my parts all bared, <br />sent shivers up my tummy. <br />At night, with the blankets over my head, <br />I would give thanks, <br />for the chamber pot, stowed under my bed. <br />Once, while in the toilet, in the rain, <br />a large spider, bit me on the leg, <br />jeepers, what a pain. <br />I was up, and out of there, as fast as I could run, <br />screaming, dad, dad, dad, <br />a bloody great spider, just bit me on the bum. <br />'Quiet, quiet, son' he said, <br />'you are making enough noise to wake the dead.' <br />Now, when I am in the toilet, with its air conditioned heat, <br />sitting ensconced upon my china throne, <br />my mind drifts back to that old bush dunny, <br />with its solid wooden seat. <br /> <br />~Tango~<br /><br />Tango Tango<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dunny-out-the-back/