Sitting by the kitchen door
Mouth wide open wanting more
It polished off my pizza crust
From the vacuum ate the dust
It ate a bag of rotting chips
Lemon peel and all the pips
Old tin cans and tatty peelings
A tub from paint used on the ceilings
Swallowed whole the flower trimming
It’s never had the need for slimming
Eating all that we can’t handle
Even ate an old wax candle
I’ve never known one take such filling
Mouth wide open always willing
It doesn’t even care what’s fed
It ate last night the old dog’s bed
Sat there smelly looking mean
Constant eating coloured green
Never fatter never thin
My ever hungry wheelie bin
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, an enjoyable piece with a great ending.10/10 Ian