So much to do, so little time

This satirical piece started as the response to a twitter prompt  (the final stanza).


There are so many sights, routes to travel,

So many trinkets to buy,

Before it all starts to unravel,

And the acid clouds cover the sky.

One day there will be no more ice caps,

No picturesque polar bears, so

Get in there, take plenty of great snaps

To post, for why else would you go?


That fabulous beach, a rare dream treat,

Where fishing boats sailed close to shore,

Before it was covered in concrete—

Fishing’s not allowed anymore.

You locals can wait now at table,

Serve pleasure to foreign folks who

Globe-trot as much as they’re able,

But back home they won’t have folks like you.


We can fly to far-flung reaches,

Leave our very own trails in the sky;

We can walk on exotic beaches,

Gather memories so when we die

Our mark will live on in the bruises

That poison the air and the sea,

And the waste from our luxury cruises,

Monuments to the lands of the free.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

8 thoughts on “So much to do, so little time”

  1. All memories go with us! An odd one may remain with a dear one.
    I hope the sane minds will prevail and let Mother Earth have her way. Who can predict her fury?

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