Bins tipped asunder in our back lane
When it was dark and there was rain
Each toppled bin poured forth deposit
What had caused this, oh pray what
was it?

A howling gale, a trembling quake?
For what a mess this deed did make
Perhaps it was some human force
A drunken fellow on his horse.
Mishap, perhaps a UFO
I cannot say, I do not know

As I surveyed this devastation
My mind awhirl with consternation
What came that night down our back
lane?
I pray it does not come again.

Trevor Spark,
Darlington