for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), ensconced.
Cheerily catching up with my blog,
Almost done, with no backlog.
Through my posts I lazily stumble,
I hear my neighbour’s bin go runble.
It’s not my fault, I was ensconced,
But action must be my response,
I’d clean forgotten that today’s the day,
They come and take our bin away!
I jolt alert. I pull away,
Because today is Garbage Day!
In a trice I’m up and on my feet,
I must get the bin onto the street!
You never saw me move so fast,
As the seconds, they go ticking past.
It’s a quarter to, I have some time,
And so begins the pantomime.
Today it is recycling waste,
As I reach the driveway in my haste,
In my dressing gown I come alive,
And wheel the bin along the drive.
As I finish up I start to wane,
But at least the bin is in the lane.
When at last the task is now complete,
I see the cart come up the street.
We’ve all been there.