The dustbin men came this morning
With their normal clatter and din.
As per usual when they'd gone
There was more in the road than was in.
I took a look through the window
You know it was such a sin
There still patiently waiting
Stood my poor lonely dustbin.
The dustbin men had forgotten him
The others were empty and bare.
Mine had waited all morning for nothing.
It just didn't seem fair.
I felt so sorry for him
So alone out there in the rain.
With rubbish all over and in him
It did seem such a shame.
At last I could bear it no longer
Quickly outside I strode
And tipped all the rubbish within him
With what they'd left in the road.
Copyright John Tucker 2008