Searching For The Outhouse By Cynthia Jones, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetryandshortstories10 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Travelling through the outback
with a tour group,
my stomach started rumblin'
I had to go poop.
I ran underneath
a eucalyptus tree,
but a dang dingo
kept following me.
I had to go
really darn bad,
this is the worst feeling
I have ever had.
I kept running around
was feeling rather daft,
I seen a kookaburra
it stood there and laughed.
I was running wildly
around the open bush,
farts were comin' out
of me gassy tush.
Me knickers were being
real nasty buggars,
they kept ridin'
they were extremely tight huggers.
After all the runnin' around
I met up with my tour group,
never did find the dang outhouse
and I still gotta go poop.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.1/2004
This is one of the writes in my poetry book titled, "Who Says Poetry and Humour Don't Mix?"
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