"Twinkle, Twinkle, Pretty Stars! I sorely know what you are. . ."

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Pretty Stars!

I sorely know what you are. . ."

-- by Frank C Yue  

       

        Plea 1 (of 2): 
     
        To certain Juice and Booze Drinkers 

        to please clean up your acts!

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Pretty Stars!               

I sorely know what you are. . ."

When you appear on the ground

Close by the children's play-ground,

When I see your distinctive mark

In my neighbourhood green park.
Tell me, Twinkle "Pretty Stars",

Did you come from near or far?

In a moment of blind rage,

You vaulted onto the stage

To play out in compliance

Your past master's 'defiance'.

You're now basking in the sun,

But kids in fear from you run!

Clear, brown, green -- you're made of glass,

Like sharp diamonds in the grass.

Will you hear its plaintive cry

When a bleeding child asks why?

In tears: "Mamma, who would do such a thing?"

Throwing glass bottles like birds on the wing!

             

                   Plea 2 (of 2): 

             

             To the e-reader,
           
             When you're jogging or walking
             Should you come across sparkling
             Broken glass on the ground,
             Please do look around
             For discarded plastic bags or cup.
             Put it in and tie it up;
             Dispose of this safely.
             You'll be so happy --
             A child could be out of Harm's way --
             Count as your Good Deed of the Day!   

             (When no 'container' is to be seen

             I put the pieces on my palm and in-

             To, I throw them, the nearest rubbish bin.)