POETRY!

So I was writing poems for my mom and my sister for mothers day and my sister's birthday when I felt like looking at a old peom for inspiration and such.  I forgot I wrote this and it made me giggle.  ENJOY :)

ODE TO ROXANNE THE TRASH CAN

Oh You little black cube

Oh you storage unit of nasty things.

You look so shiny but smell so foul.

You gladly accept my empty banana peals and used tissues.

My love,

My joy, 

MY TRASH CAN.

It stores what no one wants,

The keeper of the unseen.

While she sits under my desk

she waits for more gifts.

My Roxanne the Trash Can