Joan's sheddie poem

Hello. Our resident poet Joan has sent in another poem. It certainly made me smile, I hope it does you too. Thank you Joan, I'll be back later.

Hi Ilona. My humble offering to all the work you put into your summerhouse.

The Shed That Ilona Built.

We were there at the beginning,

When Ilona hatched her plan.

To build a bespoke summerhouse

As only Ilona can.

Enthralled with her vision,

And marvelling at her skill.

In only using materials

Destined for landfill.

She worked it out precisely,

With pallets and reclaimed doors.

Taking on a brand new life

As sturdy walls and floors.

We saw, like the rising phoenix,

The summerhouse grow and grow.

Taking form and taking shape,

Somewhere to relax and mellow.

With colourful mis-matched paint,

And furnished with jollity.

How could this 'shed' not win

First prize?  In all honesty?

No, it doesn't have a motor,

To rotate it round and round.

Nor does it have four wheels

To drive at speed on the ground.

Not used as storage,

For dolls houses and mowers.

Its purpose is tranquility

Amongst the plants and flowers.

The voting is all over,

And soon we'll know the result.

First prize by right should go

To the 'shed' that Ilona built.

It's just a bit of fun so I hope you like it. I couldn't let this momentous event go by without applauding you and your vision and skill. 

Take care

Joan (Wales)