Gloria Gupta's Garbage
Gloria Gupta's garbage bin
Has got all sort of trash within:
A starched piece of mouldy bread,
A broken doll without a head.
Three empty cans of soya beans,
Uncle Jimmy's old torn jeans.
Papers, documents that don't work,
Spoons and old dishes and forks.
Used out pens, money clips,
Broken lunch packs and bags of chips.
Bones and food that's began stinking...
I wonder what Gloria's thinking,
Cellphone covers and old remotes,
To do lists and cancelled notes.
Markers, socks and old CD's,
Bottles, cans, macaroni,
An old pair of worn out shoes
And a torn heart she can't use...
Gloria Gupta's garbage bin
Has got all sort of trash within.
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