Advertising at it's best!
A petrol station teapot dressed!
Picture cars, vacation-bound;
Inside someone looks around!
Cries out 'Hey! Look over there!
A petrol-station that is rare!
Let's fill-up and look around!
The owner's colourful, I'll be bound!'
And so a customer is born
With slowing wheels and blaring horn.
Cups and saucers there are none,
But still it's just a bit of fun.
Now all we need for decoration
Is a teapot shaped like a petrol-station!
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KING COAL
Tens, dozens, lines of ships,
Off the coast of New South Wales.
Ships full of coal.
Coal, the backbone of our region:
The Hunter Valley.
Making us rich:
Our inheritance.
Will I cheerfully forego the benefits
When the ships
No longer call?
Will I gladly be less warm,
Less pampered, less well-fed?
Will I be happy
When my grandsons inherit a life
Less comfortable and cushioned than mine?
No!
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Tens, dozens, lines of ships
Bound for the wider world.
Ships full of coal.
Will I be cheerful
When their cargoes pollute
Someone else's skies?
Will I shrug my shoulders
When their Greenhouse Gases
Clog someone else's lungs?
Will I be happy
When my grandsons can no longer enjoy
The Great Barrier Reef?
No!
So I merely drift.........
Fiddling while Rome burns.
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