As if I wasn’t tall enough
As if I couldn’t see
My neck is an extension
By still I climbed the tree
They called me Nosey Parker
But my nose is small and round
It’s just, I heard a rumour
Earth is spinning off the ground
It’ll spin right off its axis
If we don’t produce less gas
Not the sort you think I mean
As that is really crass
Excess carbon emissions
Are turning up the heat
Already in my jungle home . . .
It’s too hot for my feet
What a clever response.
Julie, I enjoyed your poem. I loved your message and humour.