Ode to an Outhouse

Oh little house outside my home,
sitting out there all alone,
the wooden chair on which I sit
while I leave you with my shit.
I hope you don't mind the smell
because I know it stinks like hell.
I'm glad you don't nag and gripe
if I honestly forget to wipe.
It's not so fun to leave my load
inside your glorious commode.
But you take it like a man, I see,
when inside your hole I take a pee.
You think there must be more than this
whenever I have to take a piss.
Oh outhouse, thanks for being chaste
while I leave you with my waste.