A tribute to Al Gore’s Brisbane visit by Viv Forbes

The Priest of Global Warming

Flew in to earn big fees

He warned of heat waves forming

Unless we grew more trees

Alas for Big Al’s forecast

The weather did not warm

Antarctic winds began to blast

And snowy clouds were formed

So if you’re sick of sunshine

And bored with balmy heat

Just pay Big Al to wine and dine

You’ll soon have frost and sleet.