WE ARE two Council litter bins just off the ‘435,
We stand here in all weathers and it’s amazing we survive!
We’re here to keep the lay-by clean; we welcome any litter,
But at the antics of some road-users, we either weep or titter.
They stop and eat their sandwiches, whilst pacing up and down,
What happens to the wrapper? It’s dropped upon the ground.
A crisp packet will then be next, all glistening in the sun,
Swiftly followed by sweet papers or the foil from chewing gum.
Some even empty ash-trays - they obviously don’t care,
That Smoking Kills not only them, but wildlife everywhere.
A few will empty out their boot of household waste and trash,
Then climb into their vehicles and exit in a flash!
Why do they leave such strange things as aluminium rods,
Children’s toys and tricycles and other bits and bobs?
Whilst here we stand, mouths open wide, we really are discreet,
Just drop your rubbish into us, don’t drop it in the street.
The Council man comes weekly not just to empty our insides,
But he often has to clear up lots of other junk besides.
So if you find yourself this way, please think of we two bins,
And leave your litter in the care of The ‘435 Bin Twins.

PAULINE FARMAN
Cirencester