The Green Latrine

submitted by: Laurie Schultz
Original Author unknown

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Tune: "The Green Berets"

Wooden seats upon the stools
And in March its kind of cool
As the wind blows through the screen
On the door of the Green Latrine

Out in back it stands alone
That little shack I call my own
It's painted drab a rustic green
That's why its called the Green Latrine

On my bed I lie in pain
Cause outside its pouring rain
I gotta go but I just can't yet
Cause I'm afraid I might get wet

In the house my husband yells
"The Green Latrine, it really smells"
I say to him "Now just relax,
An outside john cuts property tax.

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