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Exploding Shed

Bring the dynamite down to the shed,
stand well back from the door.
I’ll blow this place to kingdom come,
and then it shall stand no more.
I won’t let them near with that J.C.B.
their paper permissions disabled.
Me and my shed have trodden the years,
my stories are steeped in its fables.
The council men stroll as council men do,
with buckets and spades in their hands.
Digging up holes and filling them in,
with large bags of limestone and sand.
“Don’t do it!” called out the borough surveyor,
“It’s had a last minute reprieve.”
Too Late pressed the button and away we flew,
sometimes its simpler to leave.

22 Nov 06

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made me smile :)

always a good sign
 — Mongrol

The last stanza made me spit my rice back onto the plate with laughter.

Very funny.
 — Leanan

I really liked this, a lot.  :)  I'm a little confused if the shed is a house and what is a J.C.B.?  I read it over the phone to a friend and they too had a chuckle, thank you!
 — Badness

 — jittery

Good stuff, original with a good storyline, simply written(in a good way).
 — themorrigan

Hi Mongrol

Laughter is the only sign.Where there is laughter there is vibrant life.

Larry half dead Lark
 — larrylark

Hi Leanan

Maybe you should eat potatoes instead.

Larry broccoli Lark
 — larrylark

Hi Badness

The shed is a shed ans a J.C.B. is a mechanical digger.

Larry fountain of information Lark
 — larrylark

Haaa Haaaa to you too Jittery.

Larry laughing gas Lark
 — larrylark

whoops. Funny and classy.
 — opal

Go crawl up Tetto's ass, Lark. Stop writing garbage.
 — unknown

Hey Unknown

Thanks for the complement, I really love your forthright bastard views ...keep 'em coming.

Larry lover of abusive unknowns Lark
 — larrylark


I don't want no terrorists in my shed. They might drink my home brewed Dandelion wine and discover the secrets of the universe.

Larry shed life Lark
 — larrylark


Pull yourself together man, for Gawd's sake!!!

Larry Gawd of the shed lark
 — larrylark

Councilman/councilmen is one word.  Otherwise, the rhyme/flow are perfect and the story just kicks ass.  L15 maybe uncapitalize the L in Late followed by a comma also?  Seems like there's a breath there.  Awesome poem.  Thanks!  :-)
 — starr

Dear Starr

Will you forgive me for being rude to you on the message board. I fear i had a rush of blood to the whatsits.

Larry nether flush Lark
 — unknown

made me happy, nice.
 — joewaysack

Dear Joeaway

Thanks for the comment

 — larrylark



 — larrylark

i haven't read a rhyming poem in awhile, this was certainly refreshing. you carry this rhyming all the way through, as it should be. as it is.
 — listen

Hi Listen

I love rhyming poems,particularly nursery rhymes as they seem so suited to and deeply imbedded in my imagination. Thanks again for commenting.

Larry black sheep Lark
 — larrylark

LOL!  You crack me up!  Also, I just revisited this because it's made an appearance in the Top Rated and noticed your apology for being rude to me on the message board.  LOL!  Can't say I remember you EVER being rude to me, so don't sweat nuthin', Larry.  I still love YOU and I still love your witty, crazy poems that make me smile when I get to the last line's punch in the nuts.  I also didn't rate it back then, so here's a 9.  Dynamite IS a cheaper way to fly in case u ever wondered.  :-)
 — starr

I guess you could say starr that i wing around this board in a pretty dynamic way but then again i learned to fly at a pretty early age while playing at being Superman in my bedroom and it did have some advantages though in my view they are overrated,particularly when being chased round the kitchen by mummy after she caught me swigging from the sherry bottle, so you see one of my biggest psychological problems is a liking for alcohol which unfortunately is forever associated in my mind with the pain of having my wings clipped.

Larry Young Freud Lark
 — larrylark