Tuna Fish, Beer and Seed
As a child, men of science warned me.
About the coming of a second ice age.
They flashed pictures of stomping mastodons,
hungry saber-tooth cats.
Giant sloths with enormous claws.
I was all in and took quick action.
I learned how to build an igloo.
By stuffing snow into hollow plastic blocks.
I sharpened the end of dozens of sticks.
To do battle with the giant cats and mastodons.
Now, Bill Nye, Mr. Gore and Hanoi Jane.
Shake a crooked finger
Warn of global warming and biblical flooding.
I'm taking them seriously.
So, I'm stockpiling tuna fish, beer and seed.
And building a tiny ark just for three.
As I'll never have two of everything.
There's only the cat, an olive-eyed dove and me.
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