Thursday, 3 December 2015

’Twas the Night Before Christmas…Larry takes crass liberties with the classic old poem to serve his own narrow, selfish ends!

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land 
global warming was here. It was grand! It was grand! 

Cars would start! Ice would melt! Folks wore their light clothes!
While up through their chimneys mere wisps of smoke rose!

On the air one could hear mindless forecasters say
"It's seven degrees. Hope this thaw lasts 'til May!" 

But up at the pole it was not Santa's day.

Two of his reindeer had just passed away. Dasher and Dancer had sadly drowned
while playing with mates confined to the ground. 

There was a river they could normally cross
but its ice had grown thin in the tenuous frost. 

So the two were not helped by the fact they could fly 
and the deep, clear water is where they did die. 

The Great White Bears of the north met similar ends 
just as learned scholars did portend. 

Christmas day dawned in the south 
but alas, 'twas not white
lawns were brown fields were black
it just didn't seem right! 

The skis and toboggans the kids had received 
were soon tossed aside just like old Christmas trees. 

"The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow 
gave the lustre of midday to objects below." 

But a decade from now when these words are intoned.......
will their image be real - or merely a poem? 

1 comment:

Kate Storey said...

When over in Paris there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my grief to see what was the matter.
Away to COP 15 I few like a flash,
dodged deniers and terrorists and joined the masses.

The delegates were gathered with hope in their eyes,
This time we will treaty, if Canada doesn't fossilize.
when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Canada's PM speaking climate cheer.