THE POTTING SHED

I N S P I R A T I O N


This song started off its life as "The Wormery". Ideas for the words came first and then it sat in limbo for a couple of months. I had no clear idea of a tune. The tune itself is not ground breaking, but I play the song in the key of F and use closed position DADGAD chords. Taking this approach opens up new avenues of thinking. It makes for a very comfortable rattle around a circle of fifths with a rolling thumb picking style. There is a youtube version: Potting Shed. The track can be heard on Soundcloud.


The Potting Shed

I bought myself a wormery. It cost me twenty quid.

I saw it at an auction. Mine was the highest bid.

I read all the instructions, word for word, as best I could.

Now I make prime compost, as a keeper of a wormery should.

I feed them with the leftovers from breakfast, dinner and tea.

With a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get me!

 

I try to be organic. I give them greens galore.

Being green is not a thing, a person can ignore.

If my worms had hands they'd rub them, at the time of day

I gather up my gubbins and to them I wend my way.

I feed them with the leftovers from breakfast, dinner and tea.

With a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get me!

 

If I’m driving down a road and spy a recent kill,

I scoop it up and mix it in with all my kitchen swill. 

A flattened furred or feathered friend and once, I found an owl.

I stir them up with my garden spade, but sometimes I use a trowel.

I feed them with the leftovers from breakfast, dinner and tea.

With a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get me!

 

If someone asks me how I do it, I adopt a lowered tone.

My little ways aren’t little ways, I’d like to be widely known!

I ask them into my potting shed, and then I close the door,

Then I bonk them on the head and then I drop them to the floor.

Then I feed them with the leftovers from breakfast, dinner and tea.

With a solemn vow, I promise my worms, that one day they’ll get me!

 

Paul J Openshaw January 2012

© Paul J Openshaw 2012