A tale of a very hungry bin
Mother admired the
Relative speed of the team
Of waste disposal
Every third day
The bin would empty
With surprising speed
Till one morning
The refuse van
Sat solitary, outside gate
The bin Sat content
On the tarmac pavement
With apparent glee
Could it be
The bin man became
The receptacles tea?
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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