Eli Solomon
Went through some old files on my hard drive. Found a lot of good stuff, but this little gem was an assignment for my ap environmental science class. It was made into a book with burtonesque, black and white pen sketches. The meter is a bit off, but I still like it.
Eli Solomon
Written and Illustrated by Jennifer Teeter
Eli Solomon lived in a town,
Where smoke filled the air and acid rained down
The rain burnt his skin and the smoke would fill,
His lung, until Eli became very ill
“This city is the cause, it’s time to act rash!”
Cried Eli’s nurse as she took out the trash.
And the trash turned to poison that seeped into the ground
And oozed to other places where it would later be found
Meanwhile. Eli Solomon, his cat, Nicholas, and his nurse,
All packed up their belongings in a big, checkered purse.
They moved to a place to keep Eli from harm
So they went to the country to live on a farm
The air was clear and everything swell
Until Eli got sick from a polluted water well
“That’s our only source of water so we’ll have to go far.”
Cried Eli’s nurse as she started the car.
They moved to a place where it’s sunnier than most.
Eli, the cat, and the nurse moved to the coast.
But the hot, coastal sun sizzled and fried,
And poor sensitive Eli burnt and died.
He went somewhere better where the air is very clear
And no one is wasteful like everyone here.
They buried him under the smog-tinted sun in the town,
Where smoke filled the air and acid rained down.
His nurse would fault the sun, the well, and the rain,
But his nurse was the one who was really to blame.
Her car caused the rain and the smoke and the hot
And her waste caused the well water to be polluted with rot
If she had been nice to earth it would have been nice in return
And Eli Solomon might be next her instead of in an urn.
Posted on June 21st, 2009 by teeter
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