We shouldn’t have gotten the shed
For I’m sure you can guess where it’s led -
Saving things we don’t need;
With it gone, guaranteed,
We’d throw things in the garbage instead.
Now the mice have a place they can hide
When it’s freezing or raining outside.
They leave droppings behind
Which, of course, I will find
And I can’t seem to take it in stride.
I should simply just clean the shed out
For there isn’t the tiniest doubt
That the things I have saved
Make me look quite depraved
Which confirms what this poem is about.
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