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Gabby the Garbage Collector

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From the book My Hippo Has the Hiccups

I’m Gabby, the Garbage Collector.
I pick up your garbage all year.
It fills me with glee that you’d save it for me.
Collecting’s a thrilling career.

I like to get bottles and boxes,
banana peels, bedsprings and bags.
I’m simply ecstatic with stuff from your attic,
like roasting pans, racquets and rags.

Your coffee grounds give me the shivers.
I cherish your chicken bones too.
I’m over the moon about half-eaten prunes,
and moldy old vegetable stew.

I’m crazy for custard containers,
and egg cartons brimming with shells.
I love the corrosion, decay and erosion
and all of the glorious smells.

Your half-empty packets of ketchup,
instill me with chills of delight.
Just one rusted key or a broken CD,
and swiftly my spirit takes flight.

I have the most awesome assemblage.
I treasure each tidbit and lump.
You’re welcome to see my collection for free;
It’s here on display at the dump.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 4

 


From the Book My Hippo Has the Hiccups


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