The countryside must be preserved!
(Preferably miles away from me.)
Neat hectares of the stuff reserved
For those in need of flower or tree.
I’ll make do with landscape painting
Film documentaries on TV.
And when I need to escape, panting,
Then open-mouthed I’ll head for the sea.
Let others stroll and take their leisure,
In grasses wade up to their knees,
For I derive no earthly pleasure
From the green green rash that makes me sneeze.