Rubbish Sonnet

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It's the day before trash day and under the sink
There's a bagful of garbage that's starting to stink.
In the barrel the refuse gives off a sharp smell
Cause it's summer and kitchen waste doesn't keep well.
For the recycling plant there is plastic and tin
Filling separate bags in a separate bin.
On our street there's a guy who gets dirt on his face
Plucking bottles and cans from unwelcoming space.
If your car's at the curb for a ticket cop's pleasure,
He'll knock on your door as a neighborly measure.
The bin-grabbing truck is the day's special feature
Manhandling the cans with its prehensile reacher.
No more sweating crews as once emptied the trash,
No whistling nor running. No shouts. No panache!

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