Gimimore Garbage
A messy dwarf called Gimimore Garbage
Who lives up to his name
A hoarder and collector
On other dwarves brings shame
He will collect anything
To him rubbish is pure gold
Keeps everything he finds
Nothing to be sold
From rusty old bicycles
Of them he has quite a few
To plastic bags full of
You guessed it, doggy poo
Second hand babies diapers
Why he’d one of those
Unwashed discarded handkerchiefs
With snot from a runny nose
While most dwarves are philosophical
Would consider themselves a thinker
Gimimore is nothing more
Than a messy little stinker
Gimimore is disgusting
With him you wouldn’t be seen
And never shake him by the hand
You don’t where he’s been
His home is filled from floor to roof
With other’s discarded trash
Not too surprising then
He’s always seen with itchy rash
So we’ll leave Gimmimor Garbage
And his hoarding way
I’ll tell you about that other dwarf
Itchy Rash another day.
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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