Bin Collection Blues

You know you’re out of luck When you hear the carbage truck At 6 o clock in the morning, with a new day barely dawning. That sound of metal churning Sets your tired brain cells turning Why is it you feel ill at ease Before Christmas festivities? Then with a bolt you sit upright You know what you forgot last night It’s already bursting at the seams And now it’s shattering your dreams. Jump out of bed, scantily clad , This is your only job as Dad , You cannot let the family down, So grab your paisley dressing gown. Fly down the stairs and grab the key Look for your slippers frantically For you can only contemplate, That sure and certain deadly fate, That will befall you should you fail, (And all the Christmas plans derail), Because you did not remember, For that one time in December, That the refuse bin collection day Has now moved to a Saturday. The dog, in canine style reflection, Wonders why a simple bin collection Can cause this human agitation, Stress and clearly consternation? A dog though, does not understand That the blue bin is already crammed With paper, plastic, card and tin And cannot fit any more therein. So keep the date and don’t forget Or you will soon live to regret The bin is full, you missed the boat, So please just make a mental note !