A climate ditty

by Buff Whitman-Bradley / December 16th, 2018

Father, Son, and Holy Cow!
Consider wheezey Earth, and how
To set the carbon lushes straight
So systems can recalibrate
And bring those dicey ppms
Below 350 once again

But Father, Son, and Holy Cow!
Reaffirm their ancient vow
Not to kvetch, or interfere
In matters trivial or dire
It’s humans who create the glup
And humans’ job to clean it up

So aid won’t be forthcoming now
From Father, Son, and Holy Cow!

Buff Whitman-Bradley’s newest book is A Friendly Little Tavern Somewhere Near the Pleiades from Finishing Line Press. Read other articles by Buff.

This article was posted on Sunday, December 16th, 2018 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.