A Liquid Dike

Forget your bike;
You’ll need a boat
When waters hike
Above her moat,
A liquid dike.
The poet wrote
To open eyes:
Look up and see
What lines arise,
From planes appear,
To bloat within
The troposphere.
Methane melting
Feedback loops are
Gravitating
Like ne’er before
To seabed parts.
She wears J’adore
To mask their farts!
Don’t forget to
Say a prayer,
Like this ditty
Ere the flooding
Of her city,
For the fading
Ozone layer.