Dad's Version of Earth Day PoemLong ago the earth was clean,no radio, no Mr. Bean. We've dug and chopped and broke her heart, now we worry that a cow might fart. We must do some things to make her shine, or pay the EPA a fine. It's the little things that will go far, like ride your bike down to the bar. Start to recycle the paper and glass, use a corncob to wipe your a*s. It's getting crowded in outer space, how can we say we won the race? With landfills full and no more room, we're on the edge of global doom. Recycling is no longer a choice, Mother Earth's crying out in a moaning voice. Recycle now and do it well, or we'll all end up in h***. I hope you like these lines of wit, but if you don't I don't give a s***. by Bud Hobson |