DON'T BOTTLE IT. POEM.

Atop the electric generator
The lonely bottle sat.
People pass by,
Nobody knows,
Nobody even notices he's there.
(this is not sexist, I've just decided he's a he not an it or a she.. OK .. problem for you?)
He's been sat there for about a year now,
Never moving,
Never worrying,
Never caring...
Probably hoping though for a female bottle to get dumped next to him,
Well, I would be!

Even bottles do it!
Kissing