Climate-news poem: G8 edition
With deepest apologies to INXS.
Congregate, heads of state, don’t be late, big G8
Planet’s fate, cannot wait,
Don’t stall debate or hesitate, designate your carbon rate
A one world state, Italianate, on July 8, won’t abrogate
A gentle trait, a balding pate, a girlish gait, pontificate
We’ll predicate our specs ornate, officiate, not deviate
Green groups berate, gesticulate, packed in a crate, their sounds abate.
Congregate, heads of state, pasta ate, it was great.
Fritter away more of your time by checking out previous verses.