Potty Shed

A potty shed? That’s what she said; Connects the head to the flower bed. Tomatoes are the best around, And that soil is nice and brown. Come on in and have a seat; Squash is waiting for a treat. Beans are sprouting in a rush; There’s ten more since the last big flush. Sell it down at the market square. I ain’t eating; au contraire! Potting shed? What you said? Now my ears are burning red.