Duke Beaufort Poet Limerick

Mother Nature's Son

The world is a factory farm
And no one can save nature's charm
The harm from this binge
Makes ecologists cringe
And stinks like a raw underarm

Author's note: Let the games begin and hold your nose.  The scale of exploitation is unparalleled in human history.  But don't worry because more industry and technology will save us.

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Harshita Chaudhary November 12, 2017 at 2:11 AM Nice work. Harshita Chaudhary November 23, 2017 at 5:08 AM You're right. We need to be entirely renewable. I love nature very much and I loved your thinking so much. Have a nice evening. Duke Beaufort November 12, 2017 at 9:06 AM Thanks Harshita. The games continue. Acting locally on all of this to try to make the world a better place. We have the thermostats low and use an electric car, but this only slows the contamination. We need to be entirely renewable.

S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari August 27, 2013 at 7:32 AM Few lines but very deep sir :) Nice piece. Blessings to you.

Laura Breidenthal July 4, 2013 at 2:37 PM Very vivid way to get the message out my friend... O_O Enjoyed! Always, Laura

Karen Anglesey June 19, 2013 at 9:03 AM You paint the stark truth in a very scary picture of reality. Great message :)

Mario De Paz June 15, 2013 at 8:32 AM The problem is that underdeveloped countries take western world as an example to follow. Can we blame them? We can do not much about this problem individually, but many individuals are a community as we soupers and can take yor poem as a message

Debbie Duncan June 15, 2013 at 12:02 AM I really like this one Duke ;}

Andrea Dietrich June 14, 2013 at 12:45 AM well, I don't know whether you are being sarcastic or not with your footnote, but we can only hope that scientists find a way to fix this huge mess we have made of the earth.. your poem is so true, so true.

Poet Destroyer A June 13, 2013 at 7:16 PM Hello Duke, almost like a calling, no one can stop the raw path of her charms, love the fertilizer we deal with everyday. I like to think of her as the charming evil one. she is a women, with PMS and all .... wow, what a factory farm you define us in, thanks God for her son... LOL, in which I hope is Technology. .. enjoyed your poem... Always ~ LINDA