Create Rubbish Feel Rubbish Poem by Pippa Moss

Tasty takeaway, in car for a treat,
Driving along, with home not far
Damn this box, it's finished with now,
Wind down the window, gone, hoorah.

Needed drink, gasping, so hot
Texting tricky, this stuck in my hand
Oh well, that hedge isn't especially nice,
I'll shove it in there, with that other can.

Kids asking for crisps, they always do,
Flash, gone... now after another bag!
And where did the empty packet go?
Oh blast back there, well that's too bad.

Bin overflowing, can't squeeze this in,
Bag'll be cool nearby on the ground
Fox hasn't been around for a while,
So it's very unlikely he'll drag it around.

Off down the street, needing fresh air,
Enjoying nature, bright day for a stroll,
Random stuff dropped in random spots,
Somehow not really lifting my soul.

Takeaway remains, those yellow trays
Chicken bones and dirty rags
Cans and bottles in hedges and plants
Crisp packets, emptied carrier bags.

Who's making this mess? Shows no respect,
A filthy place, how'd it get like this?
I want to feel pride for where I live,
But if truth be told, I'm feeling rubbish.