Poem by Christopher Shaw St Margaret’s High

Dropping Plastic

 

All around us is plastic is on the floor

To pick it up isn’t a chore

Thing to yourself wouldn’t it be an encore

To get rid of something our earth doesn’t adore

 

Yet we leave our rubbish about

Doing this won’t let me true world sprout

Co2 in the atmosphere is sure to cause a drought

Doing this will affect the human race throughout

 

And now all of this this plastic

You think I was being dramatic

That’s the thing, I’m not

It effects everything from mammals to aquatics

 

Not putting rubbish in the bin to me that sluggish

Still plastic will be published and will dominate our street

while the early will continue to heat.

 

Christopher Shaw

 

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