Enerdu Due
by C. H. Wells
The lights aren’t on, ’cause no one’s home;
They’re at a protest meetin’.
Supremely vexed, ’bout what comes next,
The ‘cons’ are feeling beaten.
The mayor and council fussed and fumed,
And hydro ‘pros’ all nattered –
Expressed their fears, for years and years,
About what really mattered.
“There’s dragonflies and Appleton trees
And water beasts and fishes,
Must die or drown,” say some in town,
“So Jeff can get his wishes.”
“We need more power, and it’s green,”
Say folks less tender-hearted.
[Though when the sum is fully done,
We’ve less than when we started.]
But none can stop it now, it seems,
No Almonte son nor daughter:
A big, fat weir will soon appear,
In the middle of the water.
What’s the way to save the day,
I know no more than you do,
But what’s the word for that concrete turd?
Just call it: “Enerdu-doo!”
With thanks to Donnie and Wallace for the inspiration. – 😉
