Instructions say to put the trash by seven-thirty out
And thus at early hour by the curb the barrels sprout.
But eight oclock now turns to ten, and soon its noon or three
And still the barrels wait by curb its irksome, youll agree.
But on that rare occasion hadnt cleaned the fridge in weeks
And thus I have a plastic bag that positively reeks
Then thats the day when morning sun is peeking from the east
I hear the telltale rumble come, that growling, wheezing beast.
So chasing after fleeing truck, I wave the sack of stink
Conspiracy! I shout out loud; what else am I to think?
| Don Munday