Poetry

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