I was feeling rather peeved this morning at being rudely awakened by the dustmen, but I suppose they have a job to do.
Those Noisy Dustmen!!!

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The dustmen came this morning
When I thought I’d have a lie in.
The peace around was shattered
As they wheeled off my wheelie bin.
The dust cart engine roared.
My bin soared into the air.
And as my garbage tumbled inside
It became an even noisier affair.
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The bottles smashed to pieces.
I should have put my earplugs in.
It was half past seven in the morning
And you should have heard the din.
My tin cans and other rubbish
Dutifully followed close behind.
And as the bins were trundled back
Not a moment’s peace could I find.
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Oh why can’t the dustmen wait,
Until a girl has slept her fill,
And has risen full of energy and vigour
To start the day with much good will?
I’d really much rather listen
To a sweet chorus from the birds
Than have this invasion on my eardrums
Which brings forth from me such angry words.
Christine Ramsay
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