• Come live with me and be my love,
    And together we will certainly prove,
    With my trash dumps, garbage, and cans,
    That I am truly worthy to be your man.

    At the dump we will sit upon the highest trash piles,
    And see the bugs come by every once in a while.
    We'll inhale the aroma ere the day long,
    And listen to the bugs buzzing a love song.

    I will make thee a bag with garbage bags filled,
    With anything, rotting, nasty and or killed.
    I will make thee a necklace of various things.
    Of garbage thou willst be queen, and I shall be king.

    I will make thee a gown of rotting rags,
    And we will sit upon our thrones of garbage bags.
    I will make thee soft slippers made of used tissues.
    I hope with this thou wilt not have any issues.

    Where the garbage flies buzz,
    And the fragrance sweet as it always was,
    Come live with me and be my love,
    Happily ever after in our garbage filled cove.

    Your chariot, my garbage truck.
    You are my garbage full of luck.
    Our fairy tale garbage love has come to the final chapter,
    And with thee, my queen, we shall live happily ever after. heart