Wheelie Bin

Me mum bought me a wheelie bin
I fed it every day.
I took it out for walkies and
I never let it stray.

Through winter night and summer days
That bin was my companion.
We once fought off a pirate ship
With lettuce, cod and onion.

Then one day a fateful thing
Befell my plastic friend.
An evil thing, a terror and
Our friendship it would rend.

Those nasty kids, that scally gang
They set my bin on fire.
A flaming mess that would become
Poor Wheelie's funeral pyre.