When wheeling garbage carts out with snow blowing ‘round,
  beware of plow trucks aiming to knock them down.
It’s a game plowers play, and the truck always wins
 when they knock down trash cans like bowling pins.

I see red at the sight of orange plow trucks,
  as the carts are mowed down like sitting ducks.
The recycling bin?  I’ve no luck with that;
  plow truck driver squashes it just as flat.
 

And revealed in the snow from toppled bins

   are signs of life, complete with the sins.

Grounds, moldy cheese, half-eaten scones,

  wine bottles mingled with chicken bones.

 

Drivers score their spills and rank the spreads,

 with extra credit for rousting from beds.

A first world problem, but it still sucks;

  maybe should’ve slipped them a few extra bucks.

 

To avoid a front yard garbage potpourri,

  timing is critical and good placement is key.

I now kneel and bless my trash the night before-

  anything to deny the plow truck another score!