Flyaway

My tool shed imagines

that it thinks he’s  a  bird

something big and flighty

i know it sounds absurd

gusting on the thermals

lifting with a sound

wrenching with a whamming

a discordant  scraping bound

Wrenching out the bean poles

and then a right old bang

creaky, crikey gruff and husky

A howling baying windy twang

a clamour and a snorting grunt

suddenly it flew a way just a bit  in front

rolling as they do

shovels falling out the door

i asked the workman from next door

could they help as it blew away

and smashed the bean sticks  which put pay

to the runner beans,   that apparently

will produce a lots

but it seems to me

seeing a shed fly past one’s door

really is outside the  law

act of god or act of wind

wondering where it is destined

over the neighbours fence perhaps

or into his ferrari  come on chaps

what am i going to do

deny its mine and if its a loo.