Green Eric Poem by Kevin Hulme

And so it was for Eric Brean
The Meaning of Life is for going green.
For his Recycling Bin is always full,
And his talks on waste never strayed from dull.
The slightest thing he'd use again,
‘To use once more' his boastful claim.
As his Jackets were made from a ‘Persian Rug',
With a ‘Tarpaulin' Shirt that's warm and snug.
Oil Cloth Trousers of Brilliant red,
A box on each foot for Shoes instead.
And there to underline this sorry fact,
A Carefully Handmade Polystyrene hat.
His house now stands in proof of sorts,
To the Fundamental Text of Recycling thought.
For the Curtains that hang within the home,
Are Potato Sacks together Sown.
His Bed an old Bathtub with a Mattress thrown in,
Pyjamas are the bags that we use for the Bin.
All Furniture saved from the Junk and the Pile
Are spread around Rooms in a ‘Kafkaesque' style.
A Converted TV from a Bygone Age
A model in Vogue with ‘The Fonz' being the rage.
As for getting around from A to B,
The Power of the legs are the obvious key.
‘Away with all Oil' being his usual shout,
So a small ‘Pedal Cart' is for getting about.
And so it was for Eric Brean
To use just once is the height of Obscene,
Never let it be said he's not pulling his weight,
Let's all be like Eric before it's to late.