Our garbage man comes once a week

To empty out our bin,

He takes away everything 

That Mum and Dad put in.

I wonder if he looks inside

To see what we’ve thrown out.

(All my worn out underpants

Would make him scream and shout!)

All our rotten vegies,

All our stinky cheese,

All the food that has expired,

Travels on the breeze.

No wonder he speeds off each week,

He doesn’t hang around.

With so much putrid garbage,

His wheels don’t touch the ground!