PLEASE, SHOOT ME NOW, IT'S BIN DAY!

Please, shoot me now, it’s bin day! There’s another wheelie more -
The patio’s getting crowded, bins are queuing at the door.
The green bin was for garden waste, today it’s paper and card.
I’d go and check but truly, it’s a squeeze out in our yard!

The brown bin’s grass and clippings, now, the blue box is no more,
Which used to take the tins and glass that now the black bin’s for.
Stickers announce this black bin, which spent years as household waste,
Is now for plastic, glass, and foil and trays no food has graced.

So what about the fourth bin with its lid of shocking pink,
For which the townsfolk voted? Let’s have a little think.
Oh yes, this rosy rubbish bin that smacks you in the eyes
Is for all the waste remaining, though it’s scarcely half the size

Of the black bin it’s replacing, and when all is said and done,
Council tax will pay for three bins, but the brown bin’s on its own,
With its separate solo payment, and its own timetable too.
Confused? Well, you soon will be! Trash is coming after you!

If we want to save the planet, if we want to heal the Earth,
Then we need to get recycling more, for all that we’re still worth!