Sophie dropped her candy wrapper
half an hour before her supper.
She made her mother very angry
by telling her she wasn’t hungry.
Her mother sent her straight to bed
and Sophie wished that she was dead.
The wrapper, though, was not yet done
its after-life had just begun.
Along a grassy verge it blew
until it stuck against a shoe.
That night there came a heavy rain
and swept the wrapper down a drain.
Its only purpose to deliver
all it carried to the river.
The current moved the wrapper on
‘til it was snapped up by a swan.
She used it only to adorn
her nest to keep her cygnets warm.
The cygnets fledged, the nest forsaken
the wrapper by a flood was taken.
Though caught up often in debris
our wrapper finally found the sea.
It wove between the seaweed strands
gleaming silver on the sands.
A hungry fish was swimming by
and saw the gleam but not the lie.
The wrapper swallowed by the fish
was soon to make a dainty dish.
Within the fish the wrapper lingers
in something that is known as fingers.
Unlikely though you think its fate
it ended up on Sophie’s plate.
It wrapped itself around her bowels
And was oblivious to her howls.
Remember when you eat your sweet
Don’t drop the wrapper in the street.
With carelessly discarded trash
The planet could be turned to ash,
The seas become clogged up with plastic.
For us the outcome could be drastic.
With nothing swimming in the seas
No plants because no birds nor bees
And so with nothing left to eat
We’d have to consume only meat.
With only carnivores alive
This strategy would not survive.
Leaving it too late to learn
into cannibals we’d turn.
Don’t look for succor to your mother
your father, sister or your brother.
Remember this, for its the worst
the tasty little girls go first.