All Char Broiled With Gravy Amiss.

The end is nigh, yet we haven't taken heed,
Mother earth cries out desperate for help
as a fever is running terribly high
and will not ever recede.

All the signs are in front of us,
but we still commit our crimes,
billowing out smoke and grime daily
into the air that we all breathe.

Both murder and suicide are
the atrocities we are making,
a slow death to all in
bringing up all the heat from hell.

Invest your funds wisely,
put them in a company
that makes a range of sunblock,
for this is where the future lies.

The other day the mercury
read thirty three Celsius and
still does it continue to rise,
yet summer is yet to be upon us?

For global warming is up and coming,
tomorrow we will be the daily roast where
today lies only a rack of lamb, would you
like to be served up char broiled or sunny side up.

There be no medium rare,
only well done and burnt to a
crisp and unfortunately the
gravy and horse radish amiss.

Steven Beesley ©

Written: Jun 19 12:27 AM 2007

Notes: This was a contest entry poem I wrote on another site and won.