(It's laddo's birthday today (deathday, for that matter).  I thought I'd give one of his more tiresome dirges a chuck-on with this facelift from my shed stable)

Shall I compare thee to a summerhouse?

Thou art more sturdy and more waterproof;

A summerhouse is for a great girl’s blouse;

Conservatories?  Thou thinkest me a poof!

Sometime too hot doth blaze Apollo’s eye

But when ‘tis cold, ‘tis bloody cold, by Jove!

Ye shed-man, though, will ne’er stick fast, for by

Paraffin heater or pot-belly stove

He spurneth risk of carbon monoxide;

And eke he may his wife-man’s nagging halt

Concealing himself covertly inside

His faith placed on ye door’s interior bolt;

Forsooth he may splash out on as he’s read

His dirty books inside yon garden shed.