Think I need a shed

James May talking model trains,
feeling the tension;

Hornby must be saved

The thought of losing British modelling
creating unexpected dread.

Perhaps I need a shed.

Listening to the shipping forecast
on insomnia filled endless nights.
As rain lashes panes while I wonder
how it would sound on metal instead.

Perhaps I need a shed.

As much jazz as punk on the record deck.
Re-visiting the Grateful Dead.
Thinking of starting some home brew.
A scrumpy style cider or headbanging lager instead.

I think I need a shed.

Perhaps I am getting on a bit.
Inevitable it's said.
And yes, alright, I admit it I'd like a really good shed.

So what if I'm getting older.
It's better than being dead.