The Council Wheelie Bin (23/30)

I'm a garden refuse wheelie bin
quite a pleasant shade of green,
I used to wait at the pavement edge
but now I'm rarely seen.
I'm purpose-built to do the job
I store all garden waste until
the council send their trucks
to empty me, with haste.
But the months have passed
and I haven't moved
just stood here with my load
waiting to hear those trucks again
as they hit the open road.
I'm full to my lid and bursting
with twigs and rotting leaves,
so council men come rescue me
and empty me please, please, please.