Old days

I will have to take down with me a shovel

although shovelling not my best

perhaps I'll ask old Lucifer 

for just one last request

could I tak e down with me a J C B

to help dig out the coal

help stop me from all that sweating

stop me from climbing up the wall

Ah Well

with all this global warming

on coal we have to give a pass

so now we just go turn a tap

and make do with natural GAS

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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