John Williams Poet Rhyme

Wheelie Bin Fun

Our wheelie bin gives me a grin,
When I put my brother in,
I push him hard from the rear,
He yells out loud, " NO rubbish here,"
We really loved our wheelie bin.

But recently from the top of a hill,
I pushed him off for a thrill,
He took off at break-neck speed. 
It really was a dirty deed,
He now wears plaster from the spill.

Now no more wheelie bins for us,
My brother still is oozing pus,
And when he hears the nightly din
Of a garbage truck and a wheelie bin,
He goes ballistic-what a fuss.

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Lindsay Laurie October 28, 2015 at 8:51 PM G'day John... ah yes; the modern day billy cart. Imagine the outcry today if an old box sitting on pram wheels with a rope rein was hurtling down a steep hill... and no seat belt; gawd - thanks John - Lindsay John Williams October 30, 2015 at 2:37 AM Hi Lindsay, I know what you mean. When my brothers were 8&5 years old they traveled to Victoria sitting in the back of my dad's Bedford ute. If he did it today he'd be locked up for child abuse. I was ok, I was the baby sitting in the cabin. Also when he arrived it was the custom in those days to report to the police. Let them know how long you were staying. thanks Lindsay--John

Viv Wigley October 27, 2015 at 8:22 AM Reminds me of a drunken night out involving a shopping trolley race, John. I realised then that adrenaline is brown :) . Fun write, good stuff. Regards, Viv John Williams October 30, 2015 at 2:38 AM Hi Viv, Glad you enjoyed it. You should right one about shopping trolleys. Kind regards----John

Street Cries October 25, 2015 at 11:30 PM Very nice thanks for sharing John Williams October 30, 2015 at 2:39 AM Thank you Streeet Cries for having a read----John