I would like to be Super Sanitiser Man. I would make getting rid of all the rubbish in the world my mission.

SUPER SANITISER MAN

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s Super Sanitiser Man!
He travels the world, getting rid of the stench no one else can
Smelly bins and dump it sites, their stink is gone forever
No more smelly socks not ever in hot weather

Dog mess in the street, to him it’s just a treat
Soon all cleaned up and smelling oh so sweet
Call him on his hot line, he’ll clean up you local dump
then he’s one major job to tackle, getting rid of that awful trump.

the uppercase “t” on my keypad stopped working in the last few words of my poem for some strange reason, apologies.

All words Meadowhead Bard