Thursday, 10 May 2012

Wheeley Bin

I quite like this one - a bit quirky though

Wheeley Bin

You may be proud
Standing upright
Your hinged lid - unhinged
Like a sit-up-and-beg dog.
You smell of last week's curry
Dressed in slimy undergarments
Black tape around your handle
To distinguish you
From your neighbour.

In you own eye
Your lid is safely padlocked against unseen
Unclean intrusions.
You smell of Vaporesse
And Chanel perfume -
Your insides polished
Like Sargeant Majors' boots.
Your name carefully painted
Gypsy style
And your front decorated
With brightly coloured flowers
Which cunningly draw the eye away
From your missing wheel.

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