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Green Around The Gills

The grass, you say, ain't greener
Upon the other side –
You claim that your emission's cleaner;
You speak with eco-pride.

Your policies, all polished,
Are emerald and lime;
The other team should be demolished –
It's all for soot and grime.

This can't be true, though, can it,
Despite your soundless bites?
Are you both Hoods who'll save the planet,
In Lincoln-coloured tights?

I doubt it. What you've got there
Is goblin-green, alas –
Some snot-hued, rather hot air,
A load of greenhouse gas.

click here for an account in The Guardian

Green Around The Gills
Prime-Minister-in-waiting Gordon Brown and Tory leader David Cameron each claimed to have greener policies than the other
14 March 2007

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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