dutch rubbish

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comment on plastic rubbish

Submitted: December 03, 2017

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Dutch Rubbish

 

Uncrushed cartons and cups.

Water bottles and trays not squeezed or flattened,

Black sacks and clear bags,

Plastics in plastic waiting for collection.

Neat and tidy, hanging from fences and posts

Or on lampposts with special hooks, pictured below.

A gathering of plastics to be sorted and recycled.  

Or incinerated, we assume, without toxic fumes.

 

At the Dutch supermarket I use my plastic money to buy some Old Amsterdam cheese slices, packed on a plastic tray.

I carry all my plastic covered groceries home in my re-cycled plastic carrier bag.

With difficulty I peel open the cheese packet and extract a slice, which bends like soft plastic. 

The remaining slices, covered with cling film,  return to my plastic fridge.

After eating all cheese slices

I toss the packaging into a plastic bin, lined with a plastic bag. 

 

When that bag is full,  I tie tight it's plastic chord and pop it into 

An extra large plastic bag supplied by the local authority.

Every two weeks I hang my collection of plastics

On a hook for the refuse collectors to take away. 

My neighbours and I make neat  arrangements of our plastic waste. 

Yes! That's our contribution to safeguarding the environment.

 

Who cares that half the world's plastic is used in packaging?

Or that seabirds and fish can't digest the plastic segments which end up in their bellies?

Let's celebrate that the Rio Olympic medals were on ribbons made from recycled plastics?

Dutch Rubbish

 

ays not squeezed or flattened,

Black sacks and clear bags,

Plastics in plastic waiting for collection.

Neat and tidy, hanging from fences and posts

Or on lampposts with special hooks, pictured below.

A gathering of plastics to be sorted and recycled.  

Or incinerated, we assume, without toxic fumes.

 

At the Dutch supermarket I use my plastic money to buy some Old Amsterdam cheese slices, packed on a plastic tray.

I carry all my plastic covered groceries home in my re-cycled plastic carrier bag.

With difficulty I peel open the cheese packet and extract a slice, which bends like soft plastic. 

The remaining slices, covered with cling film,  return to my plastic fridge.

After eating all cheese slices

I toss the packaging into a plastic bin, lined with a plastic bag. 

 

When that bag is full,  I tie tight it's plastic chord and pop it into 

An extra large plastic bag supplied by the local authority.

Every two weeks I hang my collection of plastics

On a hook for the refuse collectors to take away. 

My neighbours and I make neat  arrangements of our plastic waste. 

Yes! That's our contribution to safeguarding the environment.

 

Who cares that half the world's plastic is used in packaging?

Or that seabirds and fish can't digest the plastic segments which end up in their bellies?

Let's celebrate that the Rio Olympic medals were on ribbons made from recycled plastics?

 

 

 

 

 

 


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