Bottle Bank Shame
There’s no space in the house – windowsills are full to brimming
They’re everywhere I turn and it’s no game
Pretending they’re a feature stopped convincing long ago
And there isn’t anybody else to blame
All cupboards full of toilet roll and pasta, so they’re out
I understand that reason’s pretty lame
I cannot use the garden, case next door should chance to see
Though I hope and pray their house is just the same
Is it an essential trip, maybe go after dark?
Avoid the risk of negative acclaim?
But if they hear me clinking there’ll be no way to deny
The extent of my bottle bank shame.
(c) Michael Gurner – May 2020