Copyright © Anna Nolan, 2019
Most important of your missions?
Cutting CO2 emissions;
Your ideals are exalted:
Global warming must be halted.
Therefore, in your eco war,
You will fly to Singapore
For a summit aiming to
Figure out just what to do.
Boeing really is the best:
It has wings and all the rest
And will, in no time at all,
Fly you anywhere long haul.
Are not what, quite frankly, daunts
Eco warriors of your kind,
With grave matters on their mind.)
On return (you’ve just touched down),
There are rallies round your town,
So you jump into your car;
Walk a mile? That’s way too far!
Then there’s* sit-ins, so that you
Can affix yourself with glue
To the pavement – with the call:
“Save the Planet, one and all!”
Thus you toil, without a break,
So you do deserve a steak,
Thick and juicy – just the thing:
All this iron boosts your zing.
You do feel some guilt (a smidge)
Looking at your walk-in fridge;
You would ditch it if you could,
But it serves a greater good.
As for your wood-burner – it
Looks so cosy when it’s lit,
So you settle with your plate,
Quite contented, feeling great,
For, with pride within your heart,
You believe you’ve played a part
In (though this might seem quite strange)
Just averting climate change.
*Well, it should be there are, of course, but if the lovely natives freely indulge in the likes of there’s us, so can an alien – particularly on the grounds of poetic scanning (though poetic may be stretching it a tad in verses such as this).