Our climate summits should be held
Not at a comfy spa,
But where a crude-oil spill has gelled,
The shorebirds’ coup de gras;
Downwind from coal-fired power plants
With smokestacks belching gas;
On glacier ice, where just a glance
Says, “Bottomless Crevasse”;
Mid desert hills once forest-lined:
Let envoys be unnerved.
Grim prospects concentrate the mind,
As great wits have observed.
In Chinos Veritas
We can pretend in overalls
We’re slimmer than we are
From bread and wine and cheddar balls.
But chinos? Think Babar.