Garbage removal team leader writes trash poem
There once was a team of fun garbage guys,
They worked really hard, but wore a disguise.
It was not your average house cleanup troop,
They were clean, they were fast, they were New York’s best group.
The leader DiMola, first name Nick,
Had a bit of a hobby, some called it a trick.
He had an eye for cool old stuff,
When it came to antiques, he could not get enough.
When he saw the old stuff to be thrown away,
He’d get so excited that it made his day.
He’d smile real wide, hurting his cheeks
He didn’t love trash – he just loved antiques.
Clocks and old radios, toy trucks and cars
Newspapers, magazines, even old bars
Clothing and paintings and vintage jewelry,
Word War II letters and art from Capri.
He had so much knowledge but nowhere to share,
He wanted the world to see how much he cared.
A few moments later, his brain out of the fog,
He realized his calling and started a blog.
For all antique lovers, Nick’s gone to great measures
To bring you New York City’s finest trash treasures.