Fred’s Shed. A poem about sheds

Fred’s shed

A Man’s home is his Castle
which you may have heard or read
but to Fred the place he loves the most
is his very own Garden Shed.
This structure he made from wood
is where he likes to be
inside he can set the World to right
over a sandwich and a mug of tea.
Yes his Shed is looking a bit ramshackle
and luxurious it definitely ain’t
what with the roof needing repairing
not to mention a good old lick of paint.
But Fred’s shed is his sanctum
where he goes to get some space
inside it’s like a small Bedsit
with a comfy chair and a Bookcase.
So if you don’t see him in his House
and think could old Fred even be dead?
don’t worry he’s alive and well
he’s probably moved into his beloved Shed!

Kevin Halls