To Mr Albert Arnold Gore jr., esq....

When somewhere folks are scared of a twister,

The ink has frozen in my printer,

‘Tis our Polish ‘Happy Easter’,

This year, like Christmas, white as in winter.

I’m sitting here, grunting and wheezing,

Mad as a hatter or even more,

Totally crazy with this local freezing!

Where’s global warming, damn Mr Gore?

Not being Nigerian nor even Greek,

I shouldn’t complain since it is normal,

I don’t know why I get so freak

And use lots of words so informal.

I can’t stand the snow in the street,

And I’m fed up with the ice!

Hey, Mr Gore, come over, my sweet,

And look straight in my eyes.

Instead of talking, ranting, performing

Starring and scaring folks everywhere

Please bring me some of your global warming

For this local freezing is damn hard to bear!