Green Guru Gore (a poem)

The frighteningly frantic Al Gore can be seen

Jetting around the world painting it green.

The fossil fuels used to carry this guru

Might kill a rain forest, if his words were really true.

Of this teller of tales, this dreamer of fantasy,

One might ask the question, 'But why on earth can't he see

The world of serious historic climatology?'.

Science requires nothing less from him than apology.

To seize on a topic and make it one's own

In order to ascend a political throne,

Is nothing new.  It has been used before,

Even by the insatiable Mr. Gore.

But now as he seeks support far and wide,

One has to admit there might be another side.

Many a researcher and history buff,

With educated background, has had enough

Of this worn out, used up discredited theory

And has with this blathering grown ever more weary.

The time has gone, the time is wrong

To use this to frighten a gullible throng.

Hanging onto something that can be discredited

Hasn't the substantial clout he once bet it did.

Mimi Evans Winship   6 27 06