13th February 2014

Sonnet 93


And that's how we rolled when I thought news was true,
 
Deceive'd laydee, no disaster face,

Rain; flood; hurricane and drought - so what's new?

We're stockpiling fossil fuels at  my place.

"For I can have no hatred in my eye",

Make mine just good news, not stuff I can't change,

Look what nature 's left for our history -

"It's writ in moods and frownes and wrinckles strange".

 Weather gets made in black heaven's decree,

So how we live's still down to where we dwell, 

 Science is all that we should want to be -

Who's Noah?  9 out of 10 kids can't tell.

Eve Apple's GM,  got a year to  grow

 On " Who's Left To  Eat?" reality show.