Up until recently, I earned a livelihood by picking up rubbish, emptying garbage bins and cleaning toilets in my city....
This is my story:
I was walking in the Mall
When I saw a cleaner, cleaning.
He was actually emptying the bins
Not on his broom a leaning.
I asked him, how he was that day
He sighed but did not slow up,
For he was on a double shift,
For his replacement had not shown up.
I thought a bit, and then I stopped
Why was a cleaner called for?
What could cleaner in high viz
Be cleaning in the Mall for?
Soon I swept up and emptied bins,
And made the bins all shiny.
My colleagues they would moan and whinge,
They sounded rather whiny.
Yet I swept up. I cleaned up fast
As fast as I could go, sir.
I cleaned the loos, I mopped up stains
But did I whine, well. No, sir.
After that two years went by.
I cleaned from two to ten
I spent mornings as a stay home dad
Unlike most other men......
Well, while I cleaned my city.
More poetry I’d write
And letters to the editor
I’d write with all my might
I learnt how best to use a mop
I drove big diesel sweepers,
I learnt to use a scrubber while
I tweeted to my tweeters
.......to be continued