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"Happy trash day!"

My trash is always happy to be released from the madhouse.

It's the trashcans that have bonded.

Trash Can

My neighbor had a trash can,
Decrepit as can be.
He wanted to discard the thing,
But had a quandary.

Just where could he have put it,
That wasn’t where it was?
Perhaps the helpful trashmen,
Wouldn’t take it, "just because."

He finally put up a sign,
“Please, Take this thing away!”
They came along and picked up,
Just the sign upon that day.

They picked up all the other stuff,
Then carefully drove around,
And left his battered trash can,
Fairly wilting on the ground.

I think he got discouraged with,
The failure of that plan.
No self-respecting garbage would,
Associate with his can!

So month by month it withered more,
As rain and snow dealt blows,
The once fine substance at its core,
Began to decompose.

It had been cursed to occupy,
This place as it was fated.
I think one day it gave up hope,
And just disintegrated.

NicknamedBob . . . April 28, 2005