I have sheds.
In gardens, but
I have shed loads
of baggage;
emotional and notional.
I have drunk shed-loads.
This means enough
to close motorways.
I have shed
any intention
of touching
you.
I have sheds.
In gardens, but
I have shed loads
of baggage;
emotional and notional.
I have drunk shed-loads.
This means enough
to close motorways.
I have shed
any intention
of touching
you.
Comments
chuck | November 28, 2008 - 19:35
Allow me to recommend a pint of vodka (Clamato optional) whilst watching 'Shine A Light' on a small screen.
FTSE100 | November 28, 2008 - 20:05
Lorries shed their loads, but who loads their sheds? There's half a joke in there somewhere but I think it would be too painful to extract.
Macjoyce | November 28, 2008 - 22:42
Underneath the silliness, this is rather a poignant poem.
I got a bit lost in the middle though, with that stuff about motorways.
Long live puns.
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Ewan | November 29, 2008 - 09:01
Hmmm... FTSE I can't find any loading of sheds anywhere.
A shed-load from a lorry is usually quite a large amount, unless it is a very small lorry indeed, since it really is enough to close a motorway.
The half-joke FTSE almost found could be the private one at my own expense, since my surname is 'Lawrie'.
jennifer | November 29, 2008 - 10:25
Cheap alkehol from supermarkets at the mo - special offers on good brands bought two bottles of vodka yesterday, got a funny look from the checkout lady.
Great poem, sad but funny, Ewan!
FTSE100 | November 29, 2008 - 11:47
The things I say are a mystery to me too, Ewan. My head is a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there. ;-)