A climate ditty

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 new book is At the Driveway Guitar Sale, from Main Street Rag Publishing. He podcasts poems on aging, memory, and mortality at thirdactpoems.podbean.com and lives in northern California with his wife, Cynthia. Read other articles by Buff.