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In Sutton Staithe, where waters flow,
A tale of woes, now here we go.
The bins have vanished, oh dear, oh me,
A mystery solved, it's in the sea!
No more waste bins to call their own,
So rubbish takes a watery throne.
In the Norfolk Broads, a river so grand,
Now doubles as a trash-filled land.
The Broads Authority, with a puzzled frown,
Decided bins would only bring us down.
So off they went, without a care,
Now rubbish floats everywhere.
Electricity, a sparkless feat,
Pulled the plug, what a dastardly cheat!
Anti-social boaters caused a fuss,
But all were plunged into darkness, thus.
Boat owners cried, "Oh, what's the deal?
We pay our tolls, it's just not real!"
The Broads Authority, with a sly grin,
Decided punishment for the boaty sin.
Tolls went up, oh what a surprise,
A boat owner's wallet in demise.
Yet bins were gone, and power was cut,
The Broads Authority's plan was a nut.
In Sutton Staithe, the dance begins,
A rubbish waltz that no one wins.
Bins are gone, tolls are high,
The Broads Authority waves them goodbye.
So here we are, with a laugh and a cheer,
Sutton Staithe, a place held dear.
With bins in the river and a dimly lit night,
The Broads Authority's decisions take flight!