Slowly silently now the Loon
Walks the night in his eco shoes
This way and that, he peers and sees
Money on the magic money tree
One by one the PVs catch
The solar beams on the silvery thatch
Crouched in the jobcentre like a log
Waits the prole for a great green job.
From the shadowy wood the Cuckoo calls
Ushering the realm of clouds befalls
A harvest mouse goes scampering by
Squeaks he 'the end of corn is nigh'
And moveless turbines in the country breeze
Whilst pensioners in their houses freeze.
With apologies to Walter De La Mare
This way and that, he peers and sees
Money on the magic money tree
One by one the PVs catch
The solar beams on the silvery thatch
Crouched in the jobcentre like a log
Waits the prole for a great green job.
From the shadowy wood the Cuckoo calls
Ushering the realm of clouds befalls
A harvest mouse goes scampering by
Squeaks he 'the end of corn is nigh'
And moveless turbines in the country breeze
Whilst pensioners in their houses freeze.
With apologies to Walter De La Mare
1 comment:
Excellent stuff, Tammly!
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