I Have to Put the Bins Out


I have to put the bins out before it gets too late.
I drag them through my house, because there’s ivy on my gate.
My cistern’s overflowing, so the garden’s like a flume.
Now there’s lots of little tyre marks across my living room.
And I cannot get the lid shut, so I bag up all the tins.
Then I sneak the extra bin bags into other people’s bins.
It used to be so simple. Now the whole thing’s just a farce.
The bloke who said we should have wheelie bins needs one stuck up his arse.


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