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My Vegan Poem
My Vegan Poem
contains no owls
but, it does contain vowels
and consonants –
it would look rather silly
with owls and cormorants in,
“Veg an’ Two Veg, please?”
When there is one last fish in an ocean,
One last cow in a field;
will the people then have a notion,
that the cost was worth more than the yield.
When there are no more Dodos in Tesco;
when a shamb shank is all that they sell;
when your mixed-up grill,
is just a mixed-up girl,
packing your biscuits in twos –
‘and the animals went
… and there were none of them left in the morning’.
My Vegan Couplet (because Haikus are ‘so’ long-winded).
For plant-based food, that hits the spot,
try Kind in Looe, you’ll like what they’ve got.
Nooch – Another Vegan Haiku (because people seem to like them).
it’s a beast of many horns –
no, only joking.
We received our Vegan Call-up.
We received our Vegan wake-up
call in the post just yesterday;
now we use Vegan soap and Vegan make up
all the day;
our food habits have drastically changed,
our ideals have been totally rearranged;
we are not the people that once we were;
we don’t eat animals, we don’t wear fur,
our shoes are made of recycled plants;
and we don’t talk about it,
if given half a chance.
An Introduction to the House Of Green
“As this is the House of Green,
please could you keep your poetry
a trifle clean,
for the word of the obscene is best left unseen;
or best left unheard –
if you know what I mean;
perhaps you could, please, rephrase the vulgar tongue
in any fine poem that you have brung-“
‘What The Fibre!’ I hear you cry.
‘You ought to have said ‘brought’,
you… silly guy.’
“And, at that, we shall begin,
with all the curses to the bin.”
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #green, #Vegan