Who burned grandad’s outhouse down
The culprits were never found
Many names came up for selection
But somehow they managed to avoid detection
The outhouse seemed the place to hide
And sneak a smoke or just confide
How that good looking girl at school
Told you she thought you were cool
Which handsome cousin would she choose
One of you was going to loose
You thought you put the cigarette out
But the embers burned into the night
When grandad went to the outhouse the next day
There was nothing left but cold ashes and clay
He never figured out the guilty two
But he said he had a pretty good idea who
Burned his outhouse to the ground
Without making a single sound
Oh my. We had one. Actually my grandmother also had one. They were a distance away from the houses. It would have been in about 1959 or 1960. Then in 1964 ish dad and mom built their home. Wow. In door shower and tube. And the flushable toilet.