There once was a woman named Bridget,
Whose shed kit was more like a widget.
The parts were all cheap,
The instructions, a heap,
And the design, a nonsensical digit.

She wrestled with screws that were tiny,
And panels as thin as a pinny.
The roof wouldn’t fit,
She was ready to quit,
And the doors, they just looked so skinny.

She said, “This shed’s not worth a dime,
It’s assembly, a true uphill climb.
I’ll write a review,
Warn others, it’s true,
To avoid this shed-building crime.”

So heed Bridget’s advice, don’t be misled,
By the promise of a cheap metal shed.
The parts may be lacking,
And the design, quite attacking,
That’s what? She shed… enough said!