I'm Gabby, the Garbage Collector.
I pick up your garbage all year.
It fills me with glee that you'd save it for me.
Collecting's a thrilling career.
I like to get bottles and boxes,
banana peels, bedsprings and bags.
I'm simply ecstatic with stuff from your attic1, 
like roasting pans, racquets and rags.
Your coffee grounds give me the shivers.
I cherish your chicken bones too.
I'm over the moon about half-eaten prunes2,
and moldy3 old vegetable stew4.
I'm crazy for custard containers,
and egg cartons brimming with shells.
I love the corrosion5, decay and erosion
and all of the glorious smells.
Your half-empty packets of ketchup6,
instill me with chills of delight.
Just one rusted7 key or a broken CD,
and swiftly my spirit takes flight.
I have the most awesome8 assemblage.
I treasure each tidbit and lump.
You're welcome to see my collection for free;
It's here on display at the dump.