Why slander Icelander: a-shaken bystander,
Choked with gilt-edges of cloud that demand a
Piqued summit to open for airing in public
Such issues, infernal, as ‘earth-flings’ to snub -lick
Their sky- sticks a tongue of such slathering pitch
As out-tarmacs runways: a bitumen bitch?
It’s plain; down to earth; yes, as plane as can be
Grounded by reason of geography:
Holidays, that were cut back by shortage of cash,
Overseas, are extended, by surfeits of ash…
But chambers of commerce, magma-ominous yet,
Could tan us more golden than crust’s last sunset!
So don’t vent your anger at Reykjavík’s nation
If you think they’ve blasted well wrecked your vacation.
Those red in the face at their earning’s loss
Ought be glad Earth’s core’s not scorch-spat urn's gloss!
