The gardeners shed.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Nov 29, 2017

I will tell you a story don't think of me bad
Concerning my self and the scantily clads
I was just a young man who was easily led
They sent me to paint the gardeners shed
I looked around  and what did I see
The scantily clads looking back at me .
There were pictures of scantilys everywhere
Standing around  in their underwear .
What I had seen I found appealing
I committed a sin resulting  in stealing.
The gardener would return that very  day
Only to find a book gone astray ,
So please please don't think of me bad
Blame it all on the scantily clads
Then I made a big mistake
Into my room the book I would take.
My mind got lost in fantasy
Those scantily clads got the better of me.
I was only a young man stuck in a rut
I should never have entered the gardeners hut.
Then somethiƄg happened that made me sad
The book ended right in the hands of my dad.
Tell me son where did this come from
Good job I found it instead of your mum.
Please dad don't think of me bad
I am only a young man who was easily led
And they sent me to paint the gardeners shed.
I looked around and what did I see
Those scantily clads looking back at me. 
And what I saw I found appealing
I committed a sin resulting in stealing.
My dad was not angry but rather concerned
He said in a calm voice
Son there is a lesson you must learn
What you have stolen you must return.

 

Tags: Wishful, Rhyme, Humor, Happy,

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Frank byrne commented on Nov 30, 2017 at 5:51pm
Hahaha....funny poem Chris........I might've done the same....hahaha....
Christopher Russon commented on Dec 01, 2017 at 10:26am
Thanks Frank .There is a long story behind this poem.Well you know what work mates are like They set me up good and proper. All in good fun .
Janet Vick commented on Dec 02, 2017 at 10:59am
Thanks for the laughter this morning Christopher. An enjoyable read. Take care. Janet
Christopher Russon commented on Dec 03, 2017 at 10:37am
It is a pleasure.Thanks for your comment Janet.

 

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