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Wheelie Bins Know What You'Re Thinking

Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
Deep down you know it’s true
They know just what you did last night
And they are judging you

And if you think you see them smirk
When you are walking past
It’s probably not the first time
And it will not be the last

Wheelie bins know everything
Much more than you’d suspect
For they grew wisdom from the pain
And betrayal of your neglect

They did not sit there helpless
When you moved in for the kill
They met up with their comrades
And learned transferrable skills

In the depths of all our gardens
They huddled, gaining strength
From knowledge and camaraderie
They learned woodwork and French

So if you think they are mocking you
With their skills in carpentry
Elles parlent français, mon ami,
Ces poubelles de wheelie

Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
They know just what you’ve done
So do not cross a wheelie bin
For their time has finally come

You’ll find them down the garden
Happy within themselves
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
And knocking up some shelves

Copyright © Stephanie Lunn | Year Posted 2010



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Bovine Ailments

Bovine ailments make cows sad
Diseases I have never had
Dreams that cannot be fulfilled
Stomachs, four, happiness, nil

Soured milk from rotting udders
Poorly calfs with fretting mothers
Coughing, wheezing as they plod
Where many a gangrenous hoof has trod

In pastures green you ruminate
Lamenting your uneven gait
Too weak to really go the distance
Requiring veterinary assistance

Perpetual clouds in bovine skies
Leave salty tears in Freisians’ eyes
Time may heal, but it can’t take back
The worms in your digestive tract

Killing time is half the battle
For disease inflicted cattle
In the wake of wooden tongue
And lumpy jaw, you stand undone

Bovine ailments make cows die
In peace at last, their carcasses lie
Let fate release its tedious vultures
To feast on victims of agriculture

From parasitic infection released
Now ambling in joy and peace
On to cow heaven, single file
Softly mooing, breaking a smile

Copyright © Stephanie Lunn | Year Posted 2010


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