Trash just never,
Goes away.
Have to deal with it,
Every day.
Sometimes a little,
Sometimes a lot.
Sometimes smelly,
Sometimes not.
Empty eggshells,
In their carton.
I forgot to empty it,
I beg your pardon.
Bought those bags,
Scented smell.
Trash still stinks,
I can tell.
Coffee grinds,
Old leftovers.
Lift the bag,
Over my shoulder.
Out the door,
Into the cold.
Wash out the barrel,
Or else, there's mold.
The barrel's full,
Take it to the dump.
Don't look at me that way!
Don't be a grump!
Share the work,
Every day,
Keep the place clean,
It's the only way.
Think of the future,
Recycle tin, paper.
Glass and plastic,
Think of Mother Nature.
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Author:
PoetVids (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I happen to like Trash Day! I love cleaning out the frig and emptying out the waste baskets in the bathrooms and bedrooms. Have to wash the barrel, sometimes, when those cheap bags rip, when I sometimes put 10 pounds of "you know what" into a 5 pound bag. :)
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Yuk! I'm a compulsive hand washer, and after your very vivid piece, I just had to.....
But why no compost... I know - your are on the 23rd Floor! 🙂
Ha Ha! I love your comment. I do have a compost pile, during the Summer, gardening season. And, for the fallen leaves during the Fall. Great point. Think I should write about the benefits of a compost pile. Thanks DD!
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