I drove towards a rubbish skip, to put some rubbish in,
But as I was poised with trash in hand and eyes upon the bin
A busybody stopped his car and down the window wound:
"What do you think you're doing, sir? With men like you around
This world would be a mess indeed. This bin's for private use."
And though I know just what he needs, I hold back my abuse.
"Though you're still right," I say to him, "things aren't quite as they look.
This trash I hold, not from my car, but from the skip I took."
"Then you must put it back dear sir. I'll stay here till you do it."
And sure enough, he stayed and watched, while in the skip I threw it.

Andrew Starling

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