An inventory of the contents of this popular container showsThere is in it nothing unbearably distasteful, goodness knows;
Several bread crusts, coffee grounds, an empty can
Filled with cold bacon fat (poured hot while it ran),
Fruit and vegetable skins and cores, faded flowers,
Used matches, ashes and stumps of three good cigars,
The cup I broke, a small bit of clean hair off my comb,
And atop rests a leather belt-by my waistline outgrown.
Nevertheless, I've an uncontrollable aversion for the man
Who so very blithely empties my own garbage can.
B. V. KINDLER.