The Caveman Is Alive And Well..
(And Living In The Garden Shed..)
Ladies, I wonder just how many of you can relate to this?...A man and his shed. Happy is the soul who can hide away from his missus...and tinker away in his shed for hours on end. Funny.... I wonder why does Cave and Man spring to mind...?
Deep within my garden,
way down the furthest end...
Hidden behind the foliage,
is my hubby's new best friend..
Not that this is human,
oh please don't be misled..
My hubby's new best buddy,
is a honking great big shed!
I saw a nice walled garden,
or a Patio of size...
But we were not agreeing,
he saw different from my eyes..
I thought a pretty area,
My secret garden there instead..
But he had visions of his own,
and that was a nice big shed!
This soon come down to words and things,
but hubby wouldn't shift...
He did so much sweet-talking..
Oh, but I was mighty miffed..
But he got his own way in the end,
my pleas, on deaf ears fell...
Now he's gone all Neolithic,
The caveman is alive and well..
He's now the Hunter gatherer,
but not it seems of meat..
He gathers so much rubbish,
he can hardly move his feet..
He sits in his shed with such a grin,
and gives me a joyful wave..
My very own Neolithic man,
in his Prehistoric cave..!
Copyright Poem B D. Borresen. August 2011.
Cip Art Courtesy Of www.clipart.co.uk
way down the furthest end...
Hidden behind the foliage,
is my hubby's new best friend..
Not that this is human,
oh please don't be misled..
My hubby's new best buddy,
is a honking great big shed!
I saw a nice walled garden,
or a Patio of size...
But we were not agreeing,
he saw different from my eyes..
I thought a pretty area,
My secret garden there instead..
But he had visions of his own,
and that was a nice big shed!
This soon come down to words and things,
but hubby wouldn't shift...
He did so much sweet-talking..
Oh, but I was mighty miffed..
But he got his own way in the end,
my pleas, on deaf ears fell...
Now he's gone all Neolithic,
The caveman is alive and well..
He's now the Hunter gatherer,
but not it seems of meat..
He gathers so much rubbish,
he can hardly move his feet..
He sits in his shed with such a grin,
and gives me a joyful wave..
My very own Neolithic man,
in his Prehistoric cave..!
Copyright Poem B D. Borresen. August 2011.
Cip Art Courtesy Of www.clipart.co.uk