by Joshua Brooks

Created on: April 21, 2008

Our Garden Shed

Our garden shed is made of lead
It bumped its head when it jumped out of bed
It fell on the ground and rolled around
It squashed a cow and it went Ow!'

The very next day when it got better
Our garden shed wrote a letter
I almost died the letter said
Just when I got out of bed
When his mother read it
She gave him the credit
Of writing such a lie
But the only way to make sure he was was to go to his house and spy

She saw many peculiar things that day
Most of which I dare say
Were unnatural even for a shed to do
His mother who was one had no clue
She took him to the shed doctor
Whose peculiar name was Mr Cloptor
He made a funny noise and said
It looks like this one's bumped his head
I must say I don't know what to do
Just like you I have no clue
I think he'll die in a day or two
I'm sorry Mrs Swabnackle and I'm sorry for him to

Our garden shed
Was officially dead
Just a week ago
After we got home from the show
We saw it lying there not breathing no more
And when it fell over we were sure
We were sure
We had a funeral on that very same day
Until we got bored and walked away

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