Algoreaphobia (a poem)

It's said, I have Algoreaphobia.
I'm causing the Earth to get hot!
From the Gulf Coast to Zenobia, I
'm giving it all that I've got!

First I'll put corks in my cattle,
Think that would be a good start,
Should clear the air in Seattle,
Stop holes in the Ozone from fart!

Then I'd pay Algore a visit
Ask him what Al Gore would do?
Fill the sky with mirrors?
Plug elephants and Rhinos too?

Cool the hot air in Washington?
Where nothing ever gets done.
Or get a federal grant for the light bill
Of Tennessee's favorite son?
It's said, I have Algoreaphobia.
I'm causing the Earth to get hot!
From the Gulf Coast to Zenobia, I
'm giving it all that I've got!

First I'll put corks in my cattle,
Think that would be a good start,
Should clear the air in Seattle,
Stop holes in the Ozone from fart!

Then I'd pay Algore a visit
Ask him what Al Gore would do?
Fill the sky with mirrors?
Plug elephants and Rhinos too?

Cool the hot air in Washington?
Where nothing ever gets done.
Or get a federal grant for the light bill
Of Tennessee's favorite son?