I’ve a bijou rustic building that I usually call the shed,
It nestles at the bottom of my lawn,
So it has a rural setting
‘twixt the grass and compost heap
And can look a proper treat at early dawn.

Shamefully unregarded this jewel of the sod,
Its value more than diamonds and pearls,
I only just discovered how to let it shine at last
Follow closely as I share this with the world.

I write a little advert for my sweet rustic retreat
And place it where most people come to look,
When the Carnoustie Open Golf begins
Then there I’ll be online
For American millionaire golfers to find and book.

They’ll be overwhelmed by its quaintness and its charm
And the three thousand quid I’ll get won’t do me any harm.

I was just browsing on a property rental website called LetaLife.com and found the Carnoustie page of rental adverts.

I was amazed to find houses going for thousands of pounds a week for the duration of the Carnoustie Open Golf Championship

It prompted this poem - I hope you like it.