GOODMORNING FOLKS

Good morning folks, & good evening too,

Come in when you're ready, leave when you're through,

This really isn't the best we have got,

There is one in the house, also a pot

We are sorry to tell you, our water is low,

So the stool cant be flushed, as most of you know,

We hope you wont mind, this house, to attend,

It's better than turning your seat to the wind,

There is no air conditioner, in winter no heat,

So all we can promise, is a comfortable, seat,

It's better than sitting in the woods, on a log,

And using for paper, an old catlogue,

And now that you're finished, and called it a chore,

Please leave quietly, and close the door,

By Thelma Ripper Smith.

Our little White house.

Out in our Orchard, near the sweet Apple tree.

Is a little white house, built for you & for me,

The walls are all varnished, the seat's painted white, It accommodate's two, now isn't that right,

There's a rug on the floor, and Ant's at the door,

But please don't get frightened, we use Black Flag spray, Just a pump of the handle, and they all go away,

There's a shelf on the wall, with an Ash tray for Butt's For this little white house, we think it a must,

When the fall rains start, and our Well's over flowing. To this little White House, we wont be going.

By Thelma Ripper Smith.