Give Me Back the Ozone Layer

The poet begins the reading 'I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.' 'Oh, that's good!' I thought about this cuckoo hissing At the Botanical Gardens He'd also mediated on the stratosphere That sponge up above Accordingly, so did I too Footslogging around the museum I took a sufti at my phone by the toilets A headline caught my attention Liverpool to sack Jürgen Koop Kooped up in this nightmare exhibition We came across a giant redwood The trunk constructed out of metal To enlighten the children To prepare them for the future My son explains his steam engine A whole troupe of burly men Black soot and freezing cold snow Three layers of woollen jumpers Sod the blast pipe carbon dioxide Your Austrian Giesl burp There are bigger concerns Than soil degradation Yes, the fireman is wearing clothes The shoveller is wearing clothes But the driver is naked