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Sarah Cynthia Stout
not take the garbage out
She'd scour the pots and scrap the
the yams and spice the hams
And though her daddy would scream and
She simply would not the garbage out
And so it pulled up to the
Coffee grounds, potato
bananas, rottens peas
Chunks of sour cottage
It filled the can it covered the
It cracked the window and blocked the
With bacon rinds and bones
ends of ice cream cones
Prunes pits, pits, orange peel
Gloppy glumps of oatmeal
Pizza and withered greens
Soggy and tangerines
Crusts of black burned butter
bits of beefy roast
The garbage rolled on the hall
It the roof, it broke the wall
Greesy napkins, cookie
Glops of bubble gum
Celaphane from bologna
Rubbery blubbery
Peanut butter and dry
Curdled milk and of pie
melons, dried up mustard
Egg shells mixed with custard
Cold french and rancid meat
Yellow of cream-of-wheat
At the garbage reached so high
That it touched the sky
All the neighbors moved
And none of her would come to play
And finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia
"Okay, I'll take the garbage out"
Then of it was too late
The reached across the state
New York to the Golden Gate
And in the garbage she did hate
Poor met an awful fate
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is to late
The children remember Sarah
And take the yummy garbage out