Twas the night before Copenhagen and the media was still;
no peep from the cable on the climate gate mail.
The pesky old emails were dumped in a box,
and the heads of the states took tail like a fox.

But Gore was nestled all snug in his bed;
with visions of coal profits now dancing in his head.
The scientists shouted, "what's all the clatter"
and they ran into hiding 'til the end of the matter.

Obama to Denmark.....to Denmark he'll go....first to get a peace prize - the other to eat crow.
He'll make a bit footprint of carbon we know, but no one can stop him...not even Al Gore's snow.

The emails are out, the number's were scrunched...
though nothing adds up, they simply went with their hunch.
Away in their jets they'll fly in a flash,
they'll tear up the ozone and act all brash.

Come Con-men, and Chancers, and Shamans and Vixens, come Swindlers and Wiccins, on Dumber and Ditzes...
We've one more chance to sell our folly.
We'll laugh all the way and be very jolly.


Proof BNL loses it when she can't sleep.