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
And smells our stinky cheese,
‘Cause all the food that has expired
Would travel 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.
Children's poetry by James 