Cherububble

IN GRANDPA’S SHED            

        by Neridah McMullin

 

                                                                       Inside Grandpa’s shed,

        There is so much to see,

        Silently I tippy toe in -

         I’m glad I found the key!

 

        An old wooden bench,

        Sits as big as a house.

        I try to clamber up it, and

        Urrgh! I touched a mouse!

       

        Jars full of nails and screws,

        There’s buckets, pots and pails,

        And funny tall green boxes -

        That  keep away the snails.

 

        My Grandpa likes to build,

        A billy cart – I hope!

        I’ll race it down the drive,

        Down the steepest slope!

 

        A four wheel ride-on mower,

        It’s nearly tall as me!

        Jump on board and hold on tight,

        We’ll ride off together – weeee!

 

        The radio crackles softly,

        Inside the dim dark shed.

        What’s that in the rafters?

        A surfboard? No a bed!

 

        A spade sits against the wall,

        All crusted up with grime.

        Grandpa is always digging,

        In the garden all the time.

 

        So many types of hammers –

        Wonder what they’re for?

        And crikey what’s that banging?

        Is it someone at the door!

 

        A shadow past the window,

        It’s shaped like Frankenstein!

        Phew... it’s only Granny -

        Hanging washing on the line.

 

        That banging’s getting louder now,

        So I creep across the floor-

        But it’s only Grandpa’s sheepdog,

        Scratching fleas behind the door!

 

         © Neridah McMullin  2009