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Spilling It

Of course, it's a very big ocean,
Which runs from Goose Green to Nantucket:
So why this collective commotion
Over what is a speck in a bucket?
Yes, it's a problem with which we will grapple:
But where is the fruit bowl without a bad apple?

At one thousand, three hundred metres,
It may kill a few thousand fish,
But none are the type you'd call eaters:
They wouldn't look good on a dish.
What is the point in your taking the hump
When a small part of sea has been turned to a sump?

It's a small drip of ink on a duvet,
A smut on a giant's left cheek,
Neither seem fuss-worthy, do they?
Neither seem even worth pique:
Why all this talk of the zones of the dead?
It's the size of a tick in an emperor's bed.

It's only an under-sea gusher,
A subject that no-one need touch on.
It's a pin in a haystack in Russia,
Not a blot on the BP escutcheon.
It's a wee little prick with some drivel to spout:
Rather like me, not worth thinking about.

Read the Mirror article here

Read the Guardian article here

Read Bill's 'Bill Posters' blog by clicking here

Spilling It
BP chief executive Tony Hayward described the Gulf of Mexico oil-spill as 'tiny in relation to water-volume'. Some scientists claimed it was fourteen times larger than BP had admitted.
18 March 2010


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