Sheddie Rogan Whitenails emailed me this wonderful poem about his shed.
The Rhyme-Botherer’s Garden Shed
Shedspla! my shed:
Just once, let me find shortbread
In the shortbread tin, not screws;
Let the bolts in the jam jars bruise
Easily!
Is white spirit as mild as the moisty
Mizzle of morn, when supped
From the gowpen of two hands cupped;
As scant in the mouth, as faint,
Ill-equipped to thin paint,
Though it thins the thirst well enough?
You can read more of his stuff on his blog or buy his books over on amazon
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