Than there’s:
Jack ate the beans,
the beans were loaded.
Jack went to bed,
the beans exploded.
Off with the covers,
off with the sheets,
a 50-yard dash to the toilet seat.
(I always wondered if Jack lived in a huge house or it the bathroom just SEEMED to be 50-yards away.)
Ahhh...Poetry! LOL!
Where I grew up it was a total of 50 yards out the back door through the back yard. You was born with a silver spoon in your mouth.(;>
lol the 50 yard toilet was an outhouse. Minimum distance from house (if you get my drift)
When that poem was written the toilet was probably in the little house behind the house.
You must be one of them thar city slickers.
It was in the back of the house.
Waaaay in back of the house.