Locked down in the Manshed 7. A poem by Eamonn Fitzgerald

It’s Bank Holiday Monday
And the sun is still asleep.
No work for me today,
Just time to whittle by.
Once more into the shed
For I have nothing I must do.
I’ll start to read a book,
I’ll fix a broken clock,
I might just cut the grass,
Or have time to sit and stare.
I’ll watch the sun come up
And be happy for the day.


I own a Manshed where I make stuff and think about stuff.

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