'Dirty Job' Poem by Linda Winchell

Hanging on to the sides of their steely steeds
garbage men pick up all the trash that one leaves.
Flies in the summer, cold winter wind and rain
only to return next week and do it all over again!

Thankless job, Is what I really think
all that trash of anothers, with all their stink!
Why did you chose a job, like this to do?
There must have been another job out there for you?

I guess someone has to do this dirty of job
or our streets would be a messy dump
and so would our yards!

So Thanks to you and your trusty steeds
For we don't have to worry about the trash at the roadsides we leave.