We don’t get enough shed poetry on readersheds or shedblog let along about beer and sheds. Tim Baber has sent me this great poem that covers both my main loves, it was written by his father Jim as he says “Written by my dad who is 90 years old and still drinking beer.” Beer brewed… Continue reading Beer brewed for the shed…. a Poem
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Shed Week : Encomium* for Shed Week
Our new friend Shedman has written this special poem for Shed Week. Encomium* for Shed Week In Shedbury they’re celebrating the winners of Shedweek, flags and bunting deck the streets and houses of Shedwick; Sheddingham resounds to the cheers of sheddie folk and Bedfordshire has change its name to extend the joke. In allotments, along… Continue reading Shed Week : Encomium* for Shed Week
What do you do in your shed?
This is a question the Shedman asks on his great new blog Shedworld he also celebrating National Shed Week and during the Ledbury Poetry Festival Shedman has been travelling the world for over five years now on a unique journey of discovery, a kind of spiritual quest with roof felt. It’s been a costly, beautiful,… Continue reading What do you do in your shed?
More shed poetry – Plot thickens
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… Continue reading More shed poetry – Plot thickens
Official poet for Shed Week 2008
We now have an official poet for Shed week 2008, sheddie Rogan Whitenails has agreed to take on the mantle of Shed poet, I hope his wonderful musings can add some wossname to the world of sheds. You can read his shed poem here, or take a look at his blog which showcases his work… Continue reading Official poet for Shed Week 2008
Rhyme-Botherer’s Garden Shed a poem
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… Continue reading Rhyme-Botherer’s Garden Shed a poem