When I started this, it was going to be a response to today’s FOWC. But I could feel the poem going away from that as I came up with this, instead. Having decided that this was standalone, I then deliberately dropped the prompt reference, which by then felt contrived anyhow.
When some more of our rubbish is thrown,
Mother Ocean lets out a small groan,
As we saturate, devastate,
Her sanctity violate,
Overcome by our testosterone.
I need to hit the reset button in my brain but will try to come up with a decent prompt response later.
Mister Bump 
Sad, but true
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A thoughtful Limerick. I hate the way that some people treat our beautiful planet as a giant litter bin.
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You have expressed it so well.
This is sad but very correct.
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Well, not realizing the prompt, I’m glad you pushed this through. It speaks to us all. If we are conscious. Well done.
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Powerful message Pete.
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A sad truth.
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Sometimes it’s good when we come to that fork in the road…and take it. It sounds like the words had to be written. Short and direct on point.
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But Mother Nature will have the last laugh in the long term.
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I fear she will have to start again, though.
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