The little out house....
The Outhouse One of my bygone recollections, As I recall the days of yore Is the little house, behind the house, With the crescent over the door. 'Twas a place to sit and ponder With your head bowed down low; Knowing that you wouldn't be there, If you didn't have to go. Ours was a three-holer, With... Sign in to see full entry.