An RCV Driver's Thoughts

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Storm62
Storm62
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Alone with my thoughts,
As I drive all day.
The brain gets bored,
And the mind goes astray.

Sometimes I'm happy,
Sometimes I'm sad.
At times it's so boring,
At others, not so bad.

Sometimes it's hot,
Sometimes it's cold.
Sometimes it's hard,
To do what you're told.

Drive in here,
Reverse up there.
Only one bin,
Not two in a pair.

Squeeze through that gap,
Avoid that parked car.
Pull up just here,
No! That's too far!

Was that a bin there?
Better not miss it.
What's that car doing?
Silly Old twit.

House after House,
Bin after bin.
They go on forever,
But we're starting to win.

Trucks nearly full now,
Time for a break.
Off to the tip then,
How long will this take?

Back on the road,
To empty more bins.
A little child waves,
I return it, she grins.

That bins a pullout,
That's an assist.
I'll get it myself,
To ensure it's not missed.

Another damn spillage,
That bins not on.
It's taking so long,
Where has the time gone?

Start in the dark,
Finishing late,
It's this time of year,
I really hate.

Finally finished,
Lifts stowed away.
Parking her up,
In the wash bay.

Engine turned off,
Everything done.
Time to go home,
Hope next weeks more fun.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
UNLESS ONES ATTITUDE CHANGES

the weeks remain the same. TK U MLJ LV NV

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