A Solar Minimum
I didn't know there was such a thing,
A Solar Minimum when the sun fails to birth
For a time on its face all those spots,
And cools in its ardor towards the Earth.
They tell me on the one hand don't
Pay attention to such things cause it's not
But a coincidence that the weather grows cooler
When the sun's face is cleared of its spots.
Some astronomers predict it could go on for decades
This minimum could last for a while.
Certainly it'll mess up some government funding,
And the warming data alarmists hope to compile.
They say we've just 12 years - no more,
Computers model impending doom.
In the wake of these prognostications,
Politicians spout even more gloom.
And in the meantime the merry old sun,
Beats down, just a little more gently,
And the publicans collect extra taxes,
While the rest of us worry intently.
Will our end be coming with fire or ice
As predicted on my television?
And if we're going to die one way or the other,
Do we need all that government supervision?
© 2019 by Tom King
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