Water Words for Kym and Ian

Water that we have to drink,
Water we pour down the sink,
Water in the washing machine,
The water that we’ve used has been.

We waste it each and every day,
We exploit it in such a wasteful way,
But do we ever think to say,
Thanks to the gods who make it stay.

Now what, I ask you, can we do,
To save ourselves from the coming stew,
We will find ourselves so quick bereft,
That such little water we have left.

There’s water waste in every home on earth,
You’d not think there’s ere a dearth,
But just you wait my friends and see,
Until we have to guzzle someone’s filtered pee!

Oh! We’ll moan to him oh high,
When this wasteful world runs dry,
We’ll beg and beg, oh give us some,
It’s the water that we crave for dear ol’ chum.

Not to you, you holy roman pope,
You’re such an aqua silly dope,
You didn’t bring a drop to share, and
Your half a million mates they didn’t care.

For all the water they slurped and spilled,
Down all the gullets they with our aqua filled,
So now dear popie we have an Aussie dry,
You can clearly hear our farmers cry.

Out loud for help from old man Murray,
To send that flow in such a hurry,
But problem is, you see, ol’ mate,
They’ve shut up tight that old sluice gate.

Yet somewhere out beyond the great divide,
It’s hiding there, there is no doubt,
It’ll come one day with a vicious clout,
To flood the plains and land about.

The parched and dusty trampled ground,
We have battered without a halting sound,
No words of ‘wait’ or ‘woe’ did I wish to say,
Not thinking there would ever come that fateful day

When water would be such a scarce and precious drop,
That new charges, oh so high, we’ll have to cop,
But now the time, my wasteful friends, is nigh,
For all of us, to turn a leaf and keenly try

Another way to save that liquid cache,
From fast disappearing into ash,
Put on you thinking caps me hearty friends,
Get all those buckets and other odds and ends.

Then gather every drop you can,
That takes a fancy to fall into your pan,
And save it, crikey! for money or for love,
For it’s all the water you’ll ever gather from up above.

If not the world will surely come undone,
Then all these Water Words that I’ve begun,
Will shrivel up beneath that burning sun,
And make this verse not worth the fun

I had when writing couplets oh so grand,
For in my hurry to complete them here I stand,
Before you all in angst and trepidation,
Waiting for your grand applause and the jubilation

You would share in a tremendous burst,
For such a flow to quench our poetic thirst,
Of all ExStanza’s hopes on what oughta,
Be written here for Kym and Ian’s requested Water.


Adrian Kavanagh
Sunday, August 03, 2008