Newspaper drops and out I go
In pained
obedience to retrieve,
Hopeful that the
news it heralds
Does not cause my
heart to grieve.
Disappointment
follows as
My slumber-ladened
eyes behold
The headline
scoops from yesterday
Staring back in
gaudy bold.
Kidnapped – mine
trapped – hurricane -
Markets crashing
in disdain -
Hunger – panic –
pestilence -
A total lack of
common sense….
But buried deep
within these ink-stained surfaces
A treasure waits
to
Fill my morning
with delight
And all my qualms
alleviate.
And though it is
not quite the news
There is no reuse
among these capers.
So, I will laugh
and be amused to
See you in the
funny papers.
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