Polymeric Rhapsody

Part IV: A Pool of Doom

The rock pools were so full of life,

But they're now just plastic pools in which I must strive,

To clean them up for sea-life friends,

This plastic curse it sure must end.

Polystyrene which all must go,

With those foam balls that scare me so. 

Nurdles too which float on by,

In plastic coves I have to sigh. 

From pool of life to plastic smell,

In seas now too a plastic swell.

Pools of doom,

I'll clean you soon.