My Shed

A ball of twine, a washing line A bag of peat, an old dust sheet A rope Some wire An old flat tyre A roller-skate, a garden gate Some dry grass seed, a millipede A sack of sand, one glove, left hand A torch A mallet A painters pallet A cracked fish tank, a broken plank A headless gnome, some dried out loam An old bike bell, a snail shell A spade A fork A champagne cork The dogs toy bone, a traffic cone It's cleared away, it took all day I find it is, quite safe to say It used to fit, But who knows how My garden shed is empty now