Bins.
Old Harry lived next door to Jim for more than thirty years.
Friends, neighbors, buddys, through trouble, strife and tears.
You’d never see them arguing or ever hear them shout.
Until they disagreed one day, about when the bins go out.
Now Harry had a special skill, this was his field of play
Coz Harry knows which color bins go out, each and every day.
We ‘d watch old Harry practicing, like a game of chess.
Harry’s wheelie bin predictions, “wheelie” , were the best.
If you play a blue bin and Harry plays a black
I’ll bet all the tea in China, your blue bin’s going back
Coz Harry, he knows all the rules, studies all the odds,
His bin colour combinations. were gifted by the Gods.
We watched Jim play a green bin on Tuesday afternoon
But Harry disagreed, and countered with a blue.
The onlookers were so confused they all were so unsure.
The guys were in a stalemate, and no one knew the score.
Then Harry dragged a grey one out to even up the score.
He balanced on two wheels to show what a wheelie bin was for.
Then the old man did a stunt that could not be repeated.
He rode the dustbin down the hill, whilst on it he was seated.
We all waited eagerly for the waste disposal team.
To finally reveal what colors should be seen.
Old Jim, he played a grey one, followed by a blue.
The neighbors stood confused, not knowing what to do !
Coz we all followed Harry when dealing with our bins
We’d wait till Harry’s bins were out, then we’d copy him.
But when Jim, the new contender, challenged for the seat.
The bin color combinations all differed down our street.
The picture was confusing, chaos reigned supreme.
All the bins along our street, a multi-colored scene.
So don’t go putting bins out till old Harry’s been.
Take time out to study Harry’s colour scheme.
“It’s a bin off world cup final !” the gathered people cried
When Harry played a brown bin that was deemed to be offside.
Only a bin grandmaster could play a bin so well.
Coz seeping from the said brown bin was such an awful smell.
A tactical diversion to settle an old score.
Harry left the smelly bin, outside Jim’s front door.
Coz moving bins is just like life, in a rubbish kind of way.
And bins like opportunities, we get them every day.
If we don’t pursue them, or begin to drag our feet.
They become like colored dustbins, abandoned on the street.