VILLANELLE FOR A SHED
I spend my daylight hours in my shed
I’d like to stop there longer if I could
The only thing that’s missing is a bed.
I brew a coffee or a tea instead
(I ought to clean the pot; I really should!)
The daylight hours pass smoothly in my shed.
Although my armchair’s shot it must be said
I doze off sometimes in all likelihood
I really could do with a put-up bed.
I make sure that my woodstove is well fed
The tell-tale smoke alerts the neighbourhood
They know The Master’s “busy” in his shed.
As far as Our Gert knows I could be dead
If she could keep me out there, well, she would.
She once suggested that I get a bed.
If things have gone tits up since you’ve been wed
It’s time you joined our banished brotherhood
And spend your daylight hours in your shed
Or even longer if you get a bed.