My green box was out by 7am,
I struggled with the weight,
About 8 o’clock the collectors came,
Which I thought was really great.
Once back inside with empty bins,
I sipped my morning tea,
So full of good intentions –
to be a hive of industry,
I viewed my list of things to make,
And as I began to scroll,
I realised that along with cake,
I’d written profiteroles!
Hopefully searching, for over an hour,
for pure unsalted butter,
vanilla extract, and strong white flour;
All I found – among the clutter –
were two old eggs and a packet of yeast,
I wish I had my Tesco order!
It’ll arrive in three weeks time, at least –
I won’t be classed as a hoarder!
I decided to take the daily walk,
Giving up on my baking day,
An opportunity to have a talk,
With some friends two metres away.
As I meandered round the empty town,
I was delighted to spy and spot
At every house – clear, green and brown
bottles – sticking out the top,
of all the full recycling bins,
I saw along the way,
My face displayed the widest grin,
So, it wasn’t just mine today!