The garbage truck monster
Roars up the street,
Looking for garbage
To pick up and eat.
He stops at a can
And gulps down his dinner.
The foul-smelling mixture
Goes into his “inner.”
Bottles and boxes
And cans disappear
As he gnashes and smashes
And grinds into gear.
He growls and he howls,
And I guess I know why—
If I ate what he ate,
I’m sure I would die!

[illustration] Illustrated by Shauna Mooney