Friday 4 July 2014

The Binmen

binHere come the men to take

Away the rubbish that I make

The clutter I want tossed onto the heap

In orange bibs they’re dressed

Slung casual o’er their vest

With Daventry District Council

Writ ‘cross their van


They make an awful racket

But take home a tidy packet

To spend on treats and holidays abroad

They hoist up the bins

Onto the lorry’s rear pins

Which empties their contents

In to the void


In will go the shoes

The empty bottles of booze

The boxes and detritus from the sink

The mouldy old kipper

A half chewed slipper

And all the things that really

Start to stink


Then down the street they’ll go

In rain or sleet or snow

And take away the waste from the house

The truck gets emptied out

The socks, the box and trout

To end their days as debris

In the ground




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