Garbage Truck

                         Garbage Truck

                         Through the muddy 
                          Springtime mire and muck
                         Did make its way a 
                          Lumbering smelly garbage truck

                         And in its whirling turbulence
                          The idle Fates did wake a
                         Slumbering paper Dixie plate
                          A perfect pirouette to make

                        Then with squealing wheels to brake
                          And flourish with a curtsy