ANOTHER DREADED BIN
When I was only 20, our bin it was our fire,
We burned it all and with pride too, ensuring none lay in a mire.
But through the years 'twas told to us,
No-no you are polluting, and being a caring family, we did not make a fuss!
Then came the dreaded wheelie-bin, the first one of it's kind,
There was a little cupboard where this vessel did reside, and once again, we didn't mind!
Soon the grey bin took a Wife, she came in shades of blue,
She certainly was a cleaner one, holding paper to renew!
As always in this mighty World, reproduction then did happen,
A baby bin for foodies, clad in green, the Cooncils passion!
Another baby was created, this time attired in red,
What was that red one for again?????? Maybe better left unsaid!!
Of course, these bins they've multiplied and are as tall as me,
To move or even clean them puts my life in jeopardy!
So Cooncils all around GB, gonnay please please hear my plee,
Stop breeding of these giant bins, for our Queenie's Jubilee!!
