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The bins of Old London

The bins of Old London are fattened and gorged
Gulping down gadgets and cracked plastic toys,
Gagging on curry, tofu and toast,
Somebody’s rubbish and somebody’s joy,
Grandpa’s teeth and mothers’ pink socks,
All bunged in the bins of old London.

But foxes feed here, and squirrels swing by,
So do the homeless and thrifty.
What is worthless to you
Is worth more than jewels
To the hungry and poor of Old London.

The bins of Old London vomit it up,
Spewing up papers, bottles and chips,
Over the pavements and broken rose gardens,
While the tribes of this city walk carelessly by,
Stuffing, discarding and chucking away
The things which you needed,

But forgot anyway.

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Your poem was very good. I enjoyed the imagery and the message it contains. The diversity of objects thrown away highlights the consumerism and waste within the confines of a voracious bin. I liked the way you personified the bins, that was excellent. The use of foxes and homelessness ties it together in the social context of life in a busy city. Well done, great poem. I hope you're enjoying your time in London. Ruby :)

Give and grow - let's raise our verses together. I'm happy to comment on your work and appreciate a comment on mine.

Thank you, Ruby: I really appreciate your comments. Loved writing this one, it didn't give me a hard time!

Jenifer Jaspa James

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I recall visiting my daughter when she lived in London (Woolwich Area) and looking out of the window one morning to see a pair of foxes frolicking, (being polite here ) in the road. I think you have this one spot on. Alex

'Foxes frolicking in Woolwich'

Off we go... another poem, except I might go:

'Foxes frolicking in Wapping Lane' or

The foxes of Shadwell Bridge...'

Jenifer Jaspa James

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