And so it was for Eric Brean, the Meaning of life is for going Green,
For his ‘Recycling Bin’ is always full,
And his talks on Waste never strayed from dull.
The slightest thing he’d use again,
‘To use once more’ his boastful claim,
For his Jackets were made from a Persian Rug,
With a Tarpaulin Shirt that’s warm and snug.
Oil-Cloth trousers of brilliant Red,
A Box on each foot for Shoes instead.
And there to underline this sorry fact,
A carefully handmade Polystyrene Hat.
His house now stands in proof of sorts,
To the fundamental text of Recycling Thought,
For the Curtains that hang within his home,
Are Potato Sacks together Sown.
His Bed an Old Bathtub, with a Mattress thrown in,
Pyjamas are the Bags that we use for the Bin.
All furniture saved from the Junk and the Pile,
Are spread around Rooms in a ‘Kafkaesqu Style.
A Converted T.V. from a bygone age,
A Model in Vogue with ‘The Fonz’ being the rage.
As for getting around from A to B,
The power of the legs being the obvious key.
‘Away with the Oil’ being his usual shout,
So a small ‘Pedal Kart’ is for getting about.
And so it was for Eric Brean,
To use just once, is the height of obscene.
Never let it be said, he’s not pulling his weight,
So let’s all be like Eric, before its to late.