ust sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful build
That started from this tiny town
So far no one’s been killed
The mate was a mighty building man
The helper brave as hell
Five loads of wood delivered that day
For a one roomed shed with shelves
The angles started getting rough
The axe was swiftly tossed
If not for the strength of the keystone wood
Structural integrity would be lost, integrity would be lost
The owner painted and locked the door of this finely crafted room
With pruning shears
And pounded screws
The flexing floor……. and the gaps
No plans or prints
The ladder and the dull ass axe
Here inside the Shed of Doom