Wednesday, April 8, 2015

G is for Garbage Guarantee

This is the Great, Glorious and Gargantuan Gala beyond belief A-to-Z April 2015 Challenge!!!!  And I am an A to Z Participant.  And it is Day 7, Letter G!

Again this year I am writing a poem a day to celebrate National Poetry Month.  It's my FOURTH YEAR in a ROW of writing a poem a day for the A to Z Challenge. My theme this year, is signs I've photographed and poems to go with them.
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/a-to-z-challenge-sign-uplist-2015.html
Click on image to go to the list of Participant links.



Does your garbage make you grouchy?
Is your trash not up to par?
Bring it here, and we will match it,
Heave some more right in your car.

Is it something we have done
That destroyed your satisfaction?
Some minor imposition
Or a major league infraction?

It's our written guarantee
When you leave you should be happy
Or we'll have to give your trash back
And we'll double every scrappy.

You should always be contented
And take pride in what you toss
Or your one bag will be doubled -
Would you think that gain or loss?

©Donna JT Smith, 2015

I always leave with a smile on my face...


7 comments:

  1. LOL. I love it. Great poem, and cool pic to go along.
    You should leave a link to this on my J post (when that letter comes around). We've got some... common ground. LOL.

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    1. I'll have to stop in a few letters from now and see what's happening!

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  2. You are so creative and inspiring. A poem a day..AND A2Z challenge! WOW!

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    1. Just finished up the month of March with a poem or two a day...May will be crash month!

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  3. This is a good poem, very thought provoking.

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  4. A poem a day is quite a feate, and you've done it four years in a row. Very impressive, and I loved your poem today.

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