Tupperware Sky

12. Aug 11, 2021

Tupperware sky, Tupperware sky,

A lid on the world drooling rain,

A grey plastic lid, enclosing us all,

No blue, no sun once again.

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Tupperware sky, I hate you so much.

I find you offensive and dull.

You’re a loud kind of whine in my visual field,

Driving me out of my skull.

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Tupperware sky, I want you to leave,

I want some sun or a storm,

Some change of key, some variety,

A scrap of joy in some form.

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Your aim is clearly to bore us to death;

You’re a miserable git of a sky.

Oh grey plastic lid that rains on us all,

Couldn’t you answer us why?

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Tupperware sky, Tupperware — what?

Did you say that the lid has gone?

There’s a round yellow bright thing

High in the sky,

Making us warm, making us smile,

I haven’t seen that in a while!

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