What a Stinky Mess!
People smell me
Before using me
I open my mouth
To swallow other peoples lunch
If rubbish is in my way
I will munch it up
Sometimes it’s rotten
Sometimes it’s fresh
People open me
By themselves
I stink like old socks
And I’m green like grass
I have a handle
And a lid that can open
And at the end of the day
I get emptied ready for tomorrow’s lunch
WHAT AM I?
-By Tawhiao
Thank you for reading my poem. Can you please leave a comment to guess What I am.
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