another quiet few days in worthing, the calm only being disturbed by the delivery of our new recycling bins. don’t know why but it made me think of writing a song for europe.
My Lovely Bin
I’ve just been given a lovely bin.
It’s great for putting my rubbish in
It’s much bigger than the one I had before
and sits proudly outside my back door.
Chorus:
My lovely bin, oh my lovely bin.
It looks so pretty it makes me grin.
And when I gaze at my lovely bin
I think of all the nice things that I put in.
The council’s kind, they gave me two
One for food and one for news-
papers, plastic, tins and glass.
And you’ve got to say, they look really class.
Chorus.
I’ve had to put my number on
In case one day I find them gone.
Now it sits outside number 55
with all my detritus inside.
Chorus.
So when I die, don’t grieve for me
Just place me there, beneath that tree.
Decomposing slowly amid all my sin
Snugly inside my lovely bin.
Chorus.
Harry Gregg
September 2007
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2 comments:
Wow.That deserves the "Golden Bin man" award.
Not only a star gardener, but a poetic genius to boot. Keep up the absurdity, Ray. If they can put dead horses on stage and charge for it you could end up professional.
T
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