Global Warming Haiku

When Barry Smitherman suggested the other day there's a chance the sky is burning in his speech to the Public Utility Law Section seminar, I began to worry, like Amy Carter worrying about nuclear war.

So I've decided to express my feelings in a Global Warming haiku. I call it "Senescence."

Polar bear perspires
I drive my Escalade to Kohl's
Sink, Galveston, Sink!

Good times...

I need to go now. That Star Trek episode is on, the one where Kirk has to save the landing party by seducing the hot native girl.

Kirk intercedes to get planetary despots to stop torturing hot native girl (who, oddly, is named "Shanna" and has big hair and wears silver eye shadow; its like looking at my 8th grade yearbook) The following scene just played out:

HNG: You risked bringing their anger on yourself. Why did you do it?
Kirk: Its the custom of my people to help one another when we're in trouble.
Kirk administers jam-tongue-down-throat-style kiss
HNG: And, this, is this also 'helping"?
Kirk: You could call it that.
HNG: Please... 'help' me once again...
Despot arrives and spoils mood, fade out to Spock fretting over malfunctioning equipment on the ship. McCoy screams racist insults.

Its like Hamlet, but with phasers.