Rogan Whitenails has been appointed the official poet of National Shed Week 2008. "I hope his wonderful musings can add some wossname to the world of sheds," says Uncle Wilco, organiser of
National Shed Week. Here's Rogan's first offering:
The Rhyme-Botherer’s Garden Shed
Shedspla! my shed:
Just once, let me find shortbread
In the shortbread tin, not screws;
Let the bolts in the jam jars bruise
Easily!
Is white spirit as mild as the moisty
Mizzle of morn, when supped
From the gowpen of two hands cupped;
As scant in the mouth, as faint,
Ill-equipped to thin paint,
Though it thins the thirst well enough?
He's a mighty fine poet but he lives in the smallest shed I've ever seen. In fact, it's so small, it deserves a poem...
ReplyDeleteSo small is this shed
That I hit my head
Each time I stand to leave.
I write my prose
But have to dangle my toes
Right outside the door.