Draughts, Droughts, and Fraughts We’re Taught

Draughts are laughs pitcher-after-pitcher wrought

Flows of abundance, sadly, dehydrate our tomorrows

Until the laughs have all been laughed away, never to return

:terra tomorrow

Droughts are doubts that have run out of answers

The moist explanations have evaporated away

Until what is left are parched silicates too stuck onto a hungover world

:terra bleary

Thoughts unthought through, though,

Ought fraught with hardfought naught

Drought handwrought in onslaught, bought

:terra regretta

Eat, drink, and be merry,

For tomorrow the Earth dies

:terror draught-drought-fraught