I’m clearing all the clutter out
 And here’s my favourite bin
 It’s straw a basket-woven thing
 To put small rubbish in
 These tiny empty bottles
 And this plastic fountain pen
 Are going in my little bin
 And coming out again
 A Christmas card addressed and sealed
 And never sent but then
 They’ll still be there next year and so
 I’ll take that out again
 A comb with several working teeth
 There must be 8 or 10
 It fits in this old pencil-case
 I’ll take them out again
 Unopened tubes of eyelash glue
 From way back don’t know when
 A lonely pair of curtain rings
 All coming out again
 This pile of useful bits of stuff
 Will fill a useful tin
 I need to act decisively
 And throw away the bin

 Retrieved from under rubbish bags
 Re-shaped with cabbage on it
 The frazzled basket bin is back
 To serve as Easter bonnet