Potting Shed Redux
The Taj Mahal will one day fall,
They’ll build and tear down three more malls,
But one thing here when Jesus calls:
My wife’s new potting shed.
The concrete footers all are poured.
There’s even concrete for the floor.
The anchor bolts required more
For her new potting shed.
The surface bond cement’s applied;
I’ve got red patches on my hide.
It’s looking good, I must confide
(My wife’s new potting shed).
The roof will be brown standing seam
To match with our green acre theme.
Duality: nightmare and dream
Our little potting shed.
And if, by chance, tornadoes come,
We’ll head there quickly, in a run
And wait it out until they’re done
In our new potting shed.
And when I’m done from all my toil,
She’ll have a place to mix her soil.
If we kept records, we’d recoil
At her new potting shed.
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