Another Splay In The Shed
An arduous day to play, I guess
Scrub up the splay of awful mess.
Weeds with seeds, grass and red clover;
which tools we needs? Those we trip over?
Alas, a trip out to the shed
No need to flip out, though I dread
The aforesaid mess I so abhor
Tools lost, I guess, tromped ‘cross the floor.
Things really needed, so get fishin’:
A shed spelunking expedition!
Skulk and sulk amidst the mire
Exult in the hopes that it won’t catch fire!
Piss and cuss, complain and shout
Longing thus to straighten it out!