I sit in the back of my daddy’s car,
listening to music as we passed a bar,
The window open,
and the fresh air blowing,
Then we stop,
some horses go by, cloppedy-clop.
I look to my right,
as a smelly stench hits my nose,
and I gasp as I shiver and wriggle my toes.
“Is that a hill made of rubbish!?”
I ask quite loudly,
“Yes, it is,” says my daddy proudly.
I try to jump out, and hurt my head,
“Don’t you do that, or I will send you to bed!”
I click the lock on the car door,
And then I accidentally fall on the floor,
The whole countryside is covered in trash,
the lakes, the streams, and I hear a smash,
a person is throwing their bike on top of the pile,
and now I feel its smelling more vile.
I wish I could clear it all up,
and now I could see a very small pup,
it was stuck in a pot,
I could give it a shot,
so I jumped out the car, and fell into cot,
someone had thrown a cot and some toys on the ground,
I had to get that pup, but I was stuck I was bound.
My legs were stuck in the bars of the bed,
I tried so hard, my face became red,
the pup jumped out of the tiny pot,
and came to help me, but the sun was boiling hot.
I got out eventually, and brushed down my legs,
I looked through my pockets and found some old pegs,
the rubbish was multiplying,
every second,
so I cleaned all the furniture, and set up a stall,
people came from everywhere, even the village hall.
Bit by bit the rubbish divided,
to a cleaner earth, we were guided,
and finally it was clean, and pure,
and it smelt like roses, not manure.
But underneath, we had not realised,
was a pillow, and blanket of fuchsias,
and for every one of us was a brighter future.
The pup and I went home, happy and calm,
and then I looked to the left where I saw a farm,
I groaned, and sniffed, I became angry once more,
because what I could see made my heart very sore,
more rubbish, and litter,
it was sad, it was bitter,
I would need more help with this,
I would never, ever give it a miss.
So I got on and did it,
and once more, the farm was pure,
that’s my work done for the day,
and I went to sleep happy and gay…

(gay used to mean happy)