Ruth Walters


A String Of Soap & An Ol' Tin Can!


I had a cat,
the cat had me,
a string of soap
and a mug for tea,
a 'walky talky' doll,
whoopee
and a piano
in our parlor.
I'd elastic bands
for a game we played
but I never
kicked an old tin can
for I never saw
tin cans.

I saw cigarette butts
and empty bottles.
I saw cold chips
and bits of trash,
I saw a dead rat
in our road
but I never saw
an old tin can.
No I never saw
an old tin can.

But now I know
he kicked tin cans
I'll spot a can
before I die
and when I do
and if I can
I'll kick a can
all down our lane.
Yeah, I'll kick can
for that dear man
and I'll be proud
I kicked a can,
yeah man....
an old tin can.

Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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  • Rookie - 325 Points Danny Draper (9/21/2012 5:18:00 AM)

    During the WWII frugal days people were conjoled to recycle, the practices became entrenched (like the war pun) and the war effort and they did it, every bit. They threw out beans just for the can and took the hat from a pelican. They saw depravation and were a little thin and even had to kick the tin. They trudged up roads with double pack to and from Wheel-ya-barra-back (a mythical if not humorous Aussie town) . But now that tinned food is passé and fresh is best and dogs are grey (some) I realize the fleeting days and the urge is strong to kick in alleys a tin along and shoot for goal in a long past cup in cat food rust or baked bean flup, to hear the off side rule for tin and toff and knock a bin and scatter cat, a scream from neighbours 'get out of that! ' A cacophony of din at tin and swearing steam breath spin, scuttle, shuffle skiff and flick, the tin is hot and crumpled hard for rook and chook in castle vault with incongruous rant and swelling dribble, never be the one to quibble. Kick the tin and spill the beans and never fear a scuffed knee or pingy pong this has gone on for a for a song. I'm off out the back to kick the tin along. (Report) Reply

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