Of all the ocean plastics that I found,
One stands out, that old red worn plastic clam.
As I keep our oceans clean, safe and sound,
But some people they just don't give a damn.
Clams are natural in our plastic sea,
But even they are made of red plastic.
Go down to the beach and you will soon see,
That beach cleans they are surely fantastic.
Our plastic seas remain so full of life,
A plastic clam for our aquatic friends.
Sadly though our oceans are plastic rife,
And we all know that this has to soon end.
A red plastic clam in a plastic sea,
A plastic life that anyone can see.
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Polymeric Rhapsody
PoetryA collection of poetry about my adventures in a plastic sea. #wattys2019