Shed Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

In Ireland, Tanaiste Simon Harris said, for your family builds a shed.
In your garden, there is room; soon, he tells us, build their tomb.
We have our shear of doom and glume, still no houses I presume.
Planning consent you do not need, go ahead with building speed.
Did you ever hear such rot, but we know that bunch are as silly lot.
How they were ever installed makes me wonder who speaks in the Dail.
Will Ireland ever be free from the fools who speak for you and me?
No, never, unless we make a stand, get rid of all under their command.
We will build a future for us all, and we will elect members for our Dail.