Things the Previous Owners Left Us - Creepy Shed Edition

In the spirit of All Hollow's Eve:

On the back edge of our land, 
Sits a small shed. 
A large gust of wind or a tap of a hand
Would level it down to a pile of rubble on top of the land

Looking at it from the outside
Shows a slight slant to the right
On the inside
Are things worth trying to hide

From vines and bugs on the wall 
To a rusty half piece of scissors
Even a calculator rounds out the haul
Stepping in one hears the boards squall

We hope for a storm to push it down
To save the pain of a zoning application
Which makes the both of us frown
Oh, how we love/hate this town!


Currently Listening to "Green Tambourine" by Lemon Pipers

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