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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