Sadly, I seem to have a number of poems about wheelie bins. I must get out more.

“Things to put in
the brown wheelie bin
include food, garden waste and meat carcasses.”
She followed this guide
when her dear husband died,
so that’s where unfortunate Marcus is.

Rob,
There's a slight error in this line (post #4) which others haven't commented on, so I thought I better had:
Or put it in tiny a cage to render it a vealie bin

You obviously mean Or put it in a tiny cage to render it a vealie bin.

Nice work...

...and, btw Peter, rhyming ''carcasses" with ''Marcus is" is hilarious!

Jayne

Fantastic, Rob. To avoid the double mealie rhyme how about something like:

Or if you are a Fenman a dispose-of-eelie bin?

All this good stuff and only space for three winners! O tempora, o morons!

Thank you for your eagle eye, Jayne, and for your suggestion, Jerome. I shall try and stick an 'eelie' in there somewhere. And a 'Dennis Healie' too, come to think of it.

Wheelie Bin

Wheelie bins, wheelie bins, are you for realie bins?
Open each ravenous crocodile lid.
Wheelie bins, mealie bins, bright orange-peelie bins,
Green, blue and yellow bins do as you’re bid.

Swallow, O swallow and fill up your hollows, those
Gleaming and steaming black dropsical sacks,
Black as my hat and when Phoebus Apollo glows
Red in the East and the dustmen make tracks,

Proffer your coffers with offerings plentiful,
All in due order lined up at my gate.
Oh how I wish there were there were nineteen or twenty full
Wheelie bins, steelie bins standing in state.

Wheelie bins, keelie bins, this is the dealie bins:
Face me, embrace me, effluvial kings.
Squat, squetchie, squealie bins, so touchie-feely bins,
(Phew!) you are truly my favourite things.


I don't much like the ending, I must say.

Great, John. Just have another look at L 11 - gremlins have crept in...

Quite right, Sylvia. Many thanks.

Repetition of there were?

That too, Sylvia. You want ten per cent?

A frothing pint of Adnam's will suffice, John...