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December 18th 2013 print

Michael Kile

The Twelve Days Of Christmas

T’is the silly season. Time to celebrate in song larrikins-a-leaping, maids-a-milking, hounds-a-hunting, geese a-gabbling, progressives-a-plotting and the mysteries of our Earth Climate System

santa meltingT’is the silly season. Time to celebrate larrikins-a-leaping, maids-a-milking, hounds-a-hunting, geese a-gabbling, progressives-a-plotting and the mysteries of our Earth Climate System in song. (Tune:Twelve Days of Christmas).

On the first day of extreme-weather,

An angel sent to me

A message from Jehovah and a super-Nova,

And a Paltridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of weird-weather,

A warmist sent to me

A big Brown bag of Carbon Con,

And two alarmists from the IPCC.

 

On the third day of preaching Gaia to the masses,

A warmist sent to me

One Flannery-a-flapping,

And three alarmists in a peer-tree.

On the fourth day of whatever-the-weather,

A Climate Code Red sent to me

One Milne-a-moaning,

And some Greens on an Arctic spree.

 

On the fifth day of extreme-weather,

A warmist sent to me

A crank from central casting,

And five galahs in a Hercules for thee.

On the sixth day of Climategate,

A warmist sent to me

Another trick: a hockey stick,

And The First Nobel for the IPCC.

 

On the seventh day of bird-braining,
Greenpeace sent to me

A video from Mr Claus  – but not about the pause,

And seven alarmists in a peer-tree.

On the eighth day of nullius in verba,

An angel sent to me

A Christmas greeting and a secret meeting,

And eight Fellows from the Royal Society.

 

On the ninth day of EU carbon-backloading,

A warmist sent to me

Some Newspeak and a silly tweet,

And nine alarmists in a tee-pee.

 

On the tenth day of Warsaw-waffle,

A warmist sent to me

More UN tears  and twaddle,

And ten alarmists from the IPCC .

 

On the eleventh day of psycho-babble,

A warmist sent to me

An “inconvenient truth teller” and a snake-oil seller,

And eleven alarmists in a peer-tree.

 

On the twelfth day of whatever-the-weather,

A warmist sent to me

A climate refugee and a plea,

And twelve alarmists now all at sea.

 

Michael Kile

December, 2013