Lucky Chook

Jans chook

            LUCKY CHOOK

 Free range chooks are not battery hens –

                             there’s a difference in how they behave

The pickings-and-peckings are sim’lar

                    but the life-style is not so depraved.

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Wind Turbines

Windfarm

WIND TURBINES

“Wind turbine” is an ugly phrase
-just like the thing it describes.
Some people might claim it’s an elegant shape,
but they come from a lunatic tribe.

The problem, you see, is the job that they do.
They have to trap wind as it passes.
You cannot disguise them, or close the things in.
They’re out on the hills in great masses.

They’re planted like rows of clunky contraptions,
spoiling the landscape for acres.
These stark metal monsters with spindly arms
are supposed to be energy makers.

God help us if this is the best we can do
when we’re trying to save Mother Earth.
It might curb the production of coal for a while,
but it greatly detracts from it’s worth.

 

Down Below Floe

Kilroy on ice floe

DOWN BELOW FLOE

How can it possibly be
that rivers run under the sea
that under the poles
rivers burrow great holes
and disrupt things unnatural-ly?

When the Gulf Stream bumps into the Arctic
it becomes very rude and anarchic.
It intrudes down below,
deep down under the snow
and the outcome is less than cathartic.

Sheet-ice melts in the North and the South.
Hidden rivers flow in and flow out.
If the ice forms a crack
and breaks off in its track
then the oceans will rise and spread out.

 

monkey metaphor

Monkey in Tree

 

Monkey Metaphor

I wish I couldn’t see
the monkey in the tree
who laughs at everything I do
then shoots a pee at me.

His grinning face bedevils me
I’ll throw a stone one day
to clonk him on his silly head
and drive the beast away.

But if I send him packing
what will the outcome be?
Who’ll lively-up my footsteps
as I pass by that tree?

 

monkey metaphor

Monkey in Tree

Monkey Metaphor

I wish I couldn’t see
the monkey in the tree
who laughs at everything I do
then shoots a pee at me

His grinning face bedevils me
I’ll throw a stone one day
to clonk him on his silly head
and drive the beast away.

But if I send him packing
what will the outcome be?
Who’ll lively-up my footsteps
as I pass by that tree?

                                      

Blow Bubbles

bubbles.jpg

BUBBLES ARE BETTER

Blow bubbles instead of balloons.
Blow bubbles, you bodgie buffoon!
When helium pops
and a burst balloon drops
it’s cuteness is lost far too soon.

Then it randomly falls to the ground
and becomes a small rubbery mound
which animals eat
since it falls at their feet
mixed in with the forage they’ve found.

So that rubbery lump blocks their throat
or it causes their bellies to bloat.
They meet a sad end.
That’s the message I send.
Blow bubbles ‘cos bubbles just float.

 

Little Plastic Baggie

Little Plastic Baggie

I started out so prettily
and then I took a dunk
down the drain and out to sea
with all this other junk.

Spat-out like old chewing gum.
Squashed-in like a pea.
Ripped and torn and soiled and sodden,
Battered end-less-ly.

Swirly-whirling through the waves,
mashed in tight together –
me and all my motley mates,
out in every weather.

Drifting half-across the world
and wider than a mile –
the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
has become my domicile.

A bag