Ode to the Outhouse

Outhouse

by Bernice Beard, Feb 8, 1964

Hurry through the screen door;
Scurry up the path;
‘Round behind the chicken house,
Ah, here at last!

Utilitarian dignity,
Of this the hut can boast;
Unceasing hospitality,
Granted, it has the most.

Peace and calm reign inside,
Sheltered from rain or snow.
Although unsung, it has its pride,
So please, oh please, do think it so!
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An ode is a lyrical poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion.

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