Behold my lonely wheelie bin
On the kerbside all alone
Where are all the other bins
Why have they stayed at home
Have I got the day wrong
Should it not be there
Should I take in back inside
But no I must beware
If I miss collection
Two more weeks will pass
If it sits there on it's own
I will feel such an ass.
So back inside I hurry
My laptop to enquire
I'm right and they're all wrong
A collection will transpire
Why is this important?
It wouldn't worry you?
It would if you lived next to me
It's full of Midge's pooh.