MICHAEL DOM

Here's a sonnet in acrostic, iambic pentameter, on the run. I like that your cities have garbage bins around so that its easy to dispose of trash. A simple city service that does a heap of good. Dedicated to Powes Parkop and the NCDC.

Sonnet 7: Garbage bin poem

Michael Dom

Good people will place me where I serve best
And charge me with a most noble duty
Regardless of the weather I won't rest
Bearing the task of preserving beauty
And though some may sneer and say I'm smelly
Greater peace of mind breathes where I am seen
Everyone needs me to keep their home clean!
But if I should not be found standing there
In the place I was left, alone and bare
Not many would notice or even care
Public places are cleaner when I'm there
Offices, beaches, streets, shops and kitchens
Everywhere people live I should be found
My hope is that people want me around.