Across North America you have"Johnny on the Spot",
When you need to go, to the Johnny you trot.
Now, there's " Frankie in the Forest", have you heard?
More comfortable than a log, to get rid of "la merde"'
Out of wind and rain, a place to go!
A fancy, comfortable man-sized "po".
No more cramps in the legs, or freezing your ass,
Now, when you go in the woods, you can go with class!
CC#31 Frankie didn't like going in the woods, so we built him an outhouse with this little ditty
on the door.
Crawford's Collection
- paul d. w. crawford
- Western Shore, Nova Scotia, Canada
- I grew up in Fairview, a village on the edge on Halifax,Nova Scotia, now part of the Hfx Regional Municipality. Fairview was horse and wagon when I was a kid, right up to the mid-fifties.I always lived in the same house. I lived on Geizer's Hill, Lightning Hill, Duke of Kent Street or Main Avenue as it is now called, right opposite Fairview School ,later called Titus Smith school. Where Clayton Park is today was still a "western forest". My boyhood was mainly on Bedford Basin, or anywhere from Ashburn golf course to Mount St. Vincent Univ. A wonderful book exists called " The Little Dutch Village", covering the first two hundred years of life along the Dutch Village road, from the North West Arms waters to the Basin. My nostalgia only goes back to around 1944, my first memories were of Bedford Naval Magazine blowing up.Please join me on my blog and share your memories of "Fairview Forgotten" I first started collecting hunting and fishing stories when I went to Buchan's, Newfoundland in 1962. Hence my humourous collection. I started the blog "a motley existance" to share all other good jokes and other aspects of my life, a very colourful life ,in my opinion.
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