“Paper or Plastic?” i heard a young man say,
as i was in Albertson’s one day
the customer he had spoken to looked at him
as if he had committed a sin.
She raised a bony finger, and opened her bony mouth,
Raised her bony voice, and spoke a bony shout
“Plastic POLLUTES our WORLD, young man!”
“So does this” I interrupted, holding up a green bean can
“NO, NO!” she cried “Recycle it FOOL!”
“Well,” i retorted, “you can recycle plastic too”
“Ahhh!” she floundered, foaming at the mouth
(Last winter, i saw
    a bird flying
        South)
About that time, the store blew up, and i went home
she just sat there, wiping off her bubbling foam.
“C Yuh!”