It Isn’t Really Up to Me
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.
Whilst mankind does litter the globe, There’s something that we need to probe: As yuppies flush the toilet chain, Are fish getting high on cocaine?