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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Climate Changed "You were the sun Once I was perihelion Now you are aphelion!" Sang the perihelion of planet earth In low baritones What is the perihelion of planet earth to do now? A pointless POINT Wandering in a void Year 2021 The planet earth is all but Gone` The last climate change summit Was in year 2020! At the top of the mahogany table Sat Emperor Trumpet! Trumpet meant a big fart, In Cambridge dictionary But its meaning had changed now It meant the last Emperor. Back to my story: At the top of mahogany Table sat Emperor Trumpet! Climate change is a fiction A rumour, a treason Spread by my foes The heathens: The Jews, the Turks, the Hispanics, the other sex what I call whoes The English the French the Democrats Let us teach a lesson to all those Heathens Let us ignore their pleas The Trumpetlings who sat all around him cheered Twisting their crimson necks! And serpantine, slime green tongues! They lined up to kiss his ruby ring Sat on his crow like finger: The middle finger which became a conundrum For ornithologists all around the globe For years to come All the while the great fart hissed And twisted his serpantine tongue Poison green in hue! Spitting slime all the time! So the great fart was sleeping in his feather bed (A loud snore); The bed feathered by his slaves: the Turks the Hispanics the democrats the English The other sex what he called whoes, When a great molten came down and Swollowed the planet earth; In one big gulp The humans, the animals the trees The fine bridges, the intricate monuments; All but gone now! The sole survivor is a perihelion; Lonely as a lost lamb, Singing melancholy songs To her old flame Her greatest love once! "You were the sun Once I was perihelion Now you are aphelion" The only love song to have survived!
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