THE WOOD-SHED
One night, I goofed off going to bed,
Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.
The other day, I painted the cat red,
Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.
I ran over my dog with my new sled,
Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.
I stuck out my tongue, at Uncle Ned,
Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.
Just for a small word that I said,
Mom took me to THE WOOD-SHED.
For thoughts that seem to escape my head,
Mom takes me to THE WOOD-SHED.
Going to that place I dread,
The place mom calls THE WOOD-SHED.
Today that building met my axe-head!
Mom then took me to –
THE NEIGHBOR’S WOOD-SHED!
origional poem by Tom Antczak Jr.

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