It’s war!

 

I’m waging war on plastic

And it’s really quite a chore

For every time I think I’ve won

I find there’s even more.

I started with the teabags

Replacing them with leaves and pot

I’m really pleased now with my brew

It sure hits the spot.

My milk is now in cartons

Made of cardboard what a treat

And next I turn attention

 To the food I want to eat.

 

No more carrier bags

Which is more of a drag

So I tog up with jute

 And off I shoot.

 

But quelle heureux when I get to the shops

Everything’s smothered in wrapping

My brow is furrowed, my mouth downturned

And my fingers madly tapping.

I just want naked fruit and veg

I tell the perplexed staff

The kind that’s grown in this country

I know that’s quite a faff.

And food in tins or cardboard

That will rot down in the soil

Instead of clogging oceans up

And using lots of oil.

I ask for a bamboo toothbrush

And toothpaste in a tin

The shop assistant looks annoyed

His patience growing thin.

He’s sick of elderly eco warriors

Bending his juvenile ears

He’s thinking his generation will be living on Mars

Given a couple of years.