Leisure? Skip it!
What is this life if, losing grip
You haven't time to fill your skip?
No time to see, when strangers pass
How sneakily they throw in glass?
No time at all to stand and stare
As someone heaves in a large armchair?
No time to see, in broad daylight
A sideboard go in, - by Hepplewhite?
No time to feign you cannot see
Your neighbours deposit an old settee?
No time to wait, and watch a man
Transfer the contents of his van?
No time to wake, look out and find
Your clearout plan was undermined?
A poor life this, if, losing grip
You have no space left in your skip!