Greg suggested a little poetry contest, here. So enjoy a little light lunchtime reading: With warmist warmest thanks to all our contributors, here are the finalists, chosen by our panel of the world’s top 11,000 poets.
Reader D.J.C. offers:
A rejected VP named Al Gore
Desperately needed a score
He said I’ll get mine
If you hide the decline
Then I won’t be a loser no more
B.B. is also in a limericky mood:
There once was a man from Tennessee
Who lectured on the rise of the sea
He said, “Large homes and yachts
and trips to Europe’s hot spots.
Are pleasures for me, not for thee!”
Loretta S. prefers a haiku:
The Goracle speaks:
“Have you bought my latest book?”
And “Do as I say!”
Huge solar arrays
And windmills mar the landscape
’Cept off Nantucket
L.S. from Arlington takes his inspiration from the Goracle’s own verse:
From fevered brows
spring acid lies.
fraud prevails in the semantic age.
The shepherd cries
too loudly, methinks.
Louder he cries,
less people know.
Then true disaster,
the loss of liberty,
strikes harder and faster
than lightning upon a dessicate forest.
Beware of charlatans
who pose as prophets.
A limerick couplet from N.W. in the Pacific northwest:
His footprint’s as big as Toledo,
But ours he wants small as a seed. Oh
He looks down his nose
While he hurls tortured prose,
Understanding not sink nor albedo.
To some what Al does is a prank.
To others he’s just an old crank.
He goads while he sighs,
He rolls his wild eyes,
And laughs all the way to the bank.
This one from M.G. from Indiana is not exactly a limerick, but it scans:
CRU e-mails hinting at data inflation
and dubious temperature-measure conflation
brought the bloggers to bear,
throwing media a scare,
making Climategate subject to press sequestration.
E.R. from the Bronx offers an ode to Louis Calzada:
A humble bean-counter from Spain
Caused the greenies great pain
He tallied jobs lost
and the ginormous cost
Of alt-energy’s inglorious reign