To follow on from the recent shed poetry.
Sheddie Simon who owns The Plot thickens
Has written this about his great shed
On the topping-out of a pallet shed on the Wash Common allotment
Shed: May your hearth be ever stacked with sticks
for your pot bellied stove, with a hot kettle
for tea, and may the mice not find the PG Tips,
nor rats discover Hob Nobs in their metal
tin. Even when the sleet is beating hard
inside youâ€™ll be bone dry, and though youâ€™re built
from pallets that the wasteful just discard
your cladding will not split, nor will you tilt.
But what if Iâ€™d have gone to B&Q?
A golden pine pavilion would adorn
my plot. No hearth, no chimney pot, no flue,
no soul. Youâ€™re great, by oak, pine, thorn and yew:
this wood has found a home. So letâ€™s adjourn
for cake, and toast this shed with a fresh brew.