Oceans Away!
Sharks are chummily dying for shark fin soup,
Groupers are groping where no groupers group.
Seals are swimming smilingly in slimy sea oils,
Manatees bear battle scars after boat motor foils.
Whales are happy wearing fashionable fishnets,
Sushi sliced blue tuna is as gauche as it gets.
Turtles in teds tread sandy shores without tears.
Polar bears swim nyads chasing disappearing ice fears.
Albatrosses feast on colorful plastic floating toys.
Mercury rises from flora into fishes’ biggest boys.
Live crabs love living in vending machines rude.
Caged lobsters turn red from hot tubbing nude.
Fukushima spews its ghastly radioactive surprise,
so oceans away the glow will once again arise.
Farm fed fresh salmon are fat finned and sassy.
Their wild run cousins are skinny and not classy.
So, dump your garbage into the endless sea,
dilution is the solution and it will always be.
Oceans away! Go away! Begone!
You know we don’t need you,
so please, don’t take so long.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
10/16/13
I hope we don't destroy much more of it ...I really like shrimp scampi and fried mahi mahi....
You are terrific my friend!
Teresa
Lady Vivian
outstanding wtire Ron
I've seen at first hand the damge done
a beached carcass of an elegant sea creature
the sea turtle pail of it magnificient hues
unrecognizable but its beack still cluching
a large garbage bag......
Peace be with you
William
Regis
dilution is the solution and it will always be.
this is the kicker. M.True
To Edward: You've spun a fine parody my eight-legged friend!! The Psalmist must be amused looking down from his lofty perch... a graft from the branch of David. Deadly sharp wit as usual.
Love ya!
Jane
It maketh me to lie down in dead pastures: it leadeth me beside the poisoned waters.
It dissolveth my soul: it leadeth me in the paths of hellishness for its own sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no new evil: for old evils stays with me; thy stench and thy rot they sicken me.
Thou preparest a cesspool before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with slime; my cup sloppeth over.
Surely vultures and predators shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will hide in the house of the damned for ever.
Human kind is so asking for a giant kick in the butt, and I'd prefer that not happen on my watch.
John
I was amazed by your thoughts on this one, not what I expected by the title at all, You covered it