Garbage can

Early Friday morning you sat in the dark, quiet on the curb awaiting the day's start.

Nervous and anxious to empty your trash, unaware you'd soon meet your smash.

We can only imagine the horror and pain, as the garbage shook and dropped you the same.

Down into the truck you mistakenly fell, to be compacted and delivered to a cold landfill hell.

Confusion and worry was met later that day, as we scratched our heads wondering what was at play. 

Who would take a gross garbage can? The city confirmed it was our own garbage man. 

We do like our new can, It has much less smell. Sometimes mishaps can turn out quite well.