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If you've just come from my
The Wheelie Bin Song
page, you'll know how I wrote a single-verse poem back in 2002 about the
tragic fate of a wheelie bin at the hands (or, more properly, the feet) of
an irate neighbour. You'll also know how I very nearly didn't even manage
that; I needed some help with the last line - and that was really it
- no more inspiration would come!
I decided to post the item among my other poetry on this website anyway, and
invite all comers to suggest additions. Well, just this afternoon (10th
July, 2006), I had an email from a young lady who has had some thoughts on
the matter. So - thanks, Lara! You have provided the spark which initiates
yet another poetry page within my site.
Here's my verse again, just to remind you, followed by Lara's addition:
I used to have a wheelie bin,
It has begun. It needs to continue! Can you supply some further insight into
the fate of the wheelie bin - either by continuing with Lara's narrative, or
by starting an entirely different thread of your own?
If so, visit my
contact
page, figure out my email address, and let's have it! Fame and fortune await
you... (well - fame, anyway... )
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The Wheelie Bin Song - contributions
But then my neighbour kicked it in
Because he couldn't tolerate the flies
That hung around the lid all day,
And never seemed to go away -
So now I'm going to give him a surprise!
My wheelie bin's sweet retaliation
Initiated with an odd vibration
Then it started pouring smoke
A weasel flew out tail first
Scampered to next house and cursed -
Then jumped back in the bin with a choke!!
(He does that when he is provoked)