Cardboard Salesman
The waggon that you tow,
Is laddened to the skies.
I wonder how you find it all,
Your skill becomes my surprise.
A balancing act on wonky wheels,
As you move throughout the city.
Recycling like a Womble king,
The least I owe, this ditty.
Amongst the wealth of commerce,
Is your industrious caring art.
Taking away the mess we make,
And converting it, is your part.
A thank you we do owe you,
That you make the cardboard go.
Clearing the streets and alleyways,
In amongst the people flow.
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