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.