Sir Alex on the touchline is looking
glum
His jaws masticating a wad of gum
Behind him ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their wads in a sprightly dance
Now gum, overchewed will loose its
taste
Becoming a product we class as waste
Ejected, it falls to the land of our planet
Inch-wide blobs, hardwearing as granite
So persistent is each gummy patch
We should cover all our roads to match
Ensuring the surface will last and last
Stickiness stopping traffic from going too fast
Should gumming continue at this
present rate
All land will be covered by three thousand and eight
Land life will cease on this layer of gunk
Sea life will thrive from the lack of our junk.
John Holden
August 2008