Walked I willy-nilly on winding way when
I saw something settled in the silt at the side
a beverage bottle blindly be-thrown
by littering lout with no love for the land
a wastrel without the wisdom of the world
blighting the beauty of my beloved byways
earning the enchantment the elves can employ
to punish this person polluting the paths
a curse coming to condemn the un-cautious culprit
to terrors and tremors and ingrown toenails