Showing posts with label Rubbish Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rubbish Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

The boots that walked on landfill



They now stand proud with floral grace.

even though they are broken and torn,

with holes and gaps that let the water in.

Yes they've been loved, adored and well-worn.



They were bought at a country living fair,

in the heart of our capital city.

The next day they were spotted in a local shop,

Shame I'd travelled so far. T'was a pity.



But these boots weren't made for just walking.

They were born to be centre-stage.

They can brighten up the dullest of days,

even when they've faded with age.



They've even brightened up a landfill site

during a visit I made last year.

But they didn't distract me from all that waste

where I almost shed a tear.



So they are now past their sell-by date.

At least where my feet are concerned.

But I couldn't send them to landfill again,

Not after everything I've since learned.



So instead of bunging them in the bin

They've been planted up with flowers.

And now stand proud on our doorstep,

Where they can be enjoyed for many more hours.


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Written in honour of the BBC's Poetry season, just the for the fun of it.

Recycling facilities for wellington boots are hard to come by in the UK so reusing them as planters is a great alternative to landfill. We've got a garden full of them thanks to boys with feet that grow faster than leylandii. It's a good idea to make some holes in the boots first to help with drainage.

A search on Google has revealed that old rubber wellies can be sent to a Mr R Harrington at a Dunlop recycling site in Liverpool. However I have also read that the service is no longer available. If anyone has up-to-date news on this, it would be great to hear it. After all, it would be a shame to bombard an innocent citizen with unwanted boots.

But don't think there's no hope for old wellies. Smile Plastics, based in Shrewsbury, recycles wellies rejected by charity shops, turning them into new funky plastic sheets, which are sold to designers as material suitable for table coverings, flooring, and waterproof mats.

And last year, organisers of the Glastonbury Festival collected revellers' discarded welly boots, which they then sent to Senegal inAfrica.

So it looks like there's new life in old boots after all eh.

Well one thing's for sure, mine have got a whole lot of life in them yet!


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Thursday, 9 October 2008

A Poem about Rubbish

I heard on the radio earlier that today is National Poetry Day. Indeed I am not a poet and oh yes I know it, but somehow I just couldn't resist.

So, sit back while I torture you with my own contribution.


IT'S A FUNNY OLD THING IS MY RUBBISH

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
It breeds and breeds on its own
I chuck it all in
a huge wheelie bin
Then into a lorry it’s thrown!

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
It springs up from a place called thin air
It gradually appears
and then DISappears
As if it had never been there.

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
It all got too much to take
So I reduced what I bought
and decided I ought
Finish off all the meals that I make

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
I recycle much more than I did
I’m not sure how
but I’ll take a bow
Cos I can finally close my bin lid

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
I no longer create much at all
64 grams it all weighs
with trash from the last seven days
I’ve now got a bin that’s as slim as it’s tall

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
And I’ll tell you this in haste
It’s certainly no trick
and I’m no Clever Dick
It’s all thanks to what we call Zero Waste

It’s a funny old thing is my rubbish
It's even got a new name
It’s no longer rubbish of course
It’s now a RESOURCE
So to send it to landfill’s a shame.

They're funny old things are my resources
They now hang about for all to see
On a hook on my wall
And in bags in the hall
For me to take to the HWRC!

It's a funny old thing is my rubbish
HWRC is what we once called the tip
But it's no longer a dump
so in the car you should jump
It's most definitely worth the trip.

It's a funny old thing is my rubbish
The whole thing now drives me insane
But I think it's time
that I should stop this rhyme
Before I get accused of becoming inane!

It's a funny old thing is my rubbish...................!




Created in a moment of madness on Thursday 9th October 2008 for National Poetry Day

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