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03-05-2015, 05:31 PM
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The Oldie 'Wheelie Bins' competition by 3rd April
This comp is rubbish! (Sorry, that was just too predictable, wasn't it?)
Jayne
The Oldie Competition
by Tessa Castro
Competition no. 188
Wheelie bins have become a dominant element of life in a way that dustbins never managed. So a poem, please, dramatic, lyrical or what you will, called ‘Wheelie Bins’. Maximum 16 lines.
Entries, by post (The Oldie, 65 Newman Street, London W1T 3EG) or email comps@theoldie.co.uk (don’t forget to include your postal address) to ‘Competition No 188’ by 3rd April.
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03-06-2015, 01:56 AM
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We are required to have five different bins and have friends who claim their local Council requires them to have seven. I fear things can only get worse! Correct sorting of household rubbish may soon become a degree subject.
Wheelie Bins
Seven chock-full wheelie bins
standing by my gate,
their contents all apportioned
to appease the Nanny State.
And if the Local Council gets
its way there'll soon be eight –
all waiting for collection by
their team that's two weeks late.
Eight chock-full wheelie bins
standing in a line,
a place where urban foxes come
to congregate and dine.
And if the EU interferes
and makes us toe the line
you can bet your bottom dollar that
there'll very soon be nine.
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03-06-2015, 02:10 AM
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That's good, Martin. We have only two. I feel a bit deprived. I suppose I will have to pretend.
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03-06-2015, 03:25 AM
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There’s nothing more generic than a local council wheelie bin,
But play it with a pair of sticks, you’ve got a glockenspielie bin.
Employ it playing hide and seek, you make it a concealie bin,
If ugly, you could wear it as an added sex-appealie bin.
You could decide to break it up to make a more piecemealie bin,
Or paint the thing in bluey-green and change it to a tealie bin,
Add bucketfuls of custard and, hey presto, a congealie bin,
Or porridge and you’ve got a massive serving of oatmealie bin.
Stick Batman in (and Robin too), create a Batmobilie bin,
Or burn it down in mid-July, et voilà, a Bastilleie bin.
A dinner eaten off it, it's a place-to-have-a-mealie bin,
Or put it in a tiny a cage to render it a vealie bin.
Stick bees and clocks and socks inside, you’ve made it a surrealie bin,
Exchange it for next door’s at night, your substitute’s a stealie bin,
Or try to guess the contents for a ‘Dealie or No Dealie’ bin,
Or slam your scrotum in it for a make-a-high-pitched-squealie bin.
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 03-07-2015 at 03:10 AM.
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03-06-2015, 04:14 AM
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Rob, that's really good
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03-06-2015, 04:21 AM
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In the line about Batman, try "a" in place of "your own"; works better for me. You?
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03-06-2015, 04:30 AM
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It's a syllable short then, Ann. But I remain open to further suggestions.
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03-06-2015, 05:44 AM
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I agree with Ann. There seems to be an extra syllable, it made me hesitate when I read it.
Great poem!
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03-06-2015, 06:21 AM
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You're right, Sylvia, you're right. Sorry Ann!
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03-06-2015, 08:42 AM
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I can’t remember why we fought that fateful Sunday night,
But as for how I choked her, I remember that all right.
The moment that my grip relaxed, I took a kitchen knife
And got to work dismembering the body of my wife.
I quickly set about the task of covering my tracks
And found an almost finished roll of plastic rubbish sacks.
I scooped the bits inside them, then I calmly bundled each
Inside the wheelie bin outside, then got a mop and bleach.
Next morning I was woken by a knock upon the door,
And being woken early is a thing that I abhor.
I querulously told the hi-vis jacket wearing chap
His thoughtless and appalling conduct merited a slap.
Unfazed, he looked me in the eye and said my wheelie bin
Appeared to have the butchered parts of some old lady in,
Then told me, as I bowed my head, guilt-ridden and disgraced,
I should have put them in the one that’s marked ‘organic waste’.
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 03-06-2015 at 09:59 AM.
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