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My Garden Shed
What do I keep in my shed?
A big desk with many a drawer
Too big to have got in the door
A strange shiny brass thing from an old bed.
What have I got in my shed?
On the wall a sharp metal hook
On the desk a gardening book
Cobwebby corners where insects hang dead.
What do I store in my shed?
Paintbrushes in an old jam jar
A seat taken from a vintage car
And many sharp implements above my head.
What do I hide in my shed?
A dusty bottle of weedkiller
An unopened pack of wall filler
My favourite old blanket a soft faded red.
What is there in my shed?
A small lawnmower by the door
Old rotted carpet on the floor
Insecticide that kills them stone dead.
What else resides in my shed?
A bag with one lonely golf ball
A solitary spider on the far wall
Who always hangs by a very thin thread.
What have I got in my shed?
Two forks, a rake and a spade
An old scythe with a rusty blade
Some ancient piping made out of lead.
So come and visit my shed
Do nothing but sit and chatter
The world outside won’t matter
After a while your worries will have fled.
A big desk with many a drawer
Too big to have got in the door
A strange shiny brass thing from an old bed.
What have I got in my shed?
On the wall a sharp metal hook
On the desk a gardening book
Cobwebby corners where insects hang dead.
What do I store in my shed?
Paintbrushes in an old jam jar
A seat taken from a vintage car
And many sharp implements above my head.
What do I hide in my shed?
A dusty bottle of weedkiller
An unopened pack of wall filler
My favourite old blanket a soft faded red.
What is there in my shed?
A small lawnmower by the door
Old rotted carpet on the floor
Insecticide that kills them stone dead.
What else resides in my shed?
A bag with one lonely golf ball
A solitary spider on the far wall
Who always hangs by a very thin thread.
What have I got in my shed?
Two forks, a rake and a spade
An old scythe with a rusty blade
Some ancient piping made out of lead.
So come and visit my shed
Do nothing but sit and chatter
The world outside won’t matter
After a while your worries will have fled.
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