In Aussie kitchens have no place
Wrapped up tightly they reside
In vast wheelie bins outside.
Harsh sun causes fermentation
An unwanted health risk for the Nation.
As these deep bins come alive
And microorganisms thrive!
A heavy-duty, dark green lid
Keeps detritus carefully hid
Away from fauna’s prying eyes
Maggots, ants, aphids, flies.
These individual “slums” are cleared
Just once a fortnight - which is weird.
On Pick-Up Days beware the smell
From these wheelie bins from hell!
Unbeknown to neighbours all
A tenacious rat had had a ball
Gnawing through the solid lid
He’d found a way inside and hid.
Chased out twice from rotting lair
The third time, they just left him there
The container emptied, rat embarked
His prospects at the least were stark!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014
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