Are We to Blame for What We Risk?
Walk in and put it all on red, You’ll win it all or loose your head; Your fate rests with that spinning disk, Are we
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Walk in and put it all on red, You’ll win it all or loose your head; Your fate rests with that spinning disk, Are we
When we first hear the way that others speak, Do we manipulate the way we sound? When filtering emotions we do tweak, To make sure
The Asian tiger mosquito’s a pest, It’s a vector of death-causing disease; In urban locations it makes its nest, And whilst the sun is up
Ocean acidity is on the rise, With many repercussions such as that A fish will not find home before it dies. The new pH
With drips and bursts and streams from their blowholes Beluga whales blow bubbles in the sea; The air encases liquid as it roles Languidly from
Hiram Maxim was born in Maine, Embarking down a path which that Gave us a gun that bore his name, Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. The British
Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we’re young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung
The great tits will work hard to find a mate, Putting their partners needs before their own, And science hoped to quantify this trait, To
A letter from a German god, Did bring new players to the game; Their moral thoughts we now think odd, And nothing now would be
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.