The Shed

THE SHED Down there in the shed I know, There is something that I need. I haven’t seen it now for ages, But I know it’ll do the deed. Whether it's a bit of steel that’s, Sort of, shaped like this. Or a little plastic fitting That’s easy for me to miss. Each time I clean the shed up, And put my things away. I know where I put them, But this is another day. My wife, she offers to help Me to do a decent job. Make it nice and clean she says, But that would make me sob. The things she’d want to throw away. It’s all good handy stuff. It’ll be of use one day, but still She’d try to call my bluff. No, It’s ok now my dear, I’ll clean up by myself. I’ll just put these things over here. I’ll have to build another shelf. The trick you see, is to sweep the floor, And move things round a bit. Just so you can reach the door, Without a claustrophobic fit. The working space is the size I need Cause that’s all the room I got. If it was any bigger, I’d probably lose the bloody lot. I’ve cupboards full of bits and pieces And a heap of electric tools. It’s enough to write a thesis, On how to make shed owners drool. But you see it doesn’t really matter, If the shed is clean or not. The main thing is you’re happy In your private little spot. Cause when you’re in your shed The world can pass you by. I hope that when I’m dead, There’s a shed up in the sky. ---------------------