For today’s verse, I listened for iambic tetrameters while watching TV last night. The first one I heard would be my first line, and the next would be my last. Old People’s Home for Teenagers gave me ‘I read so much stuff in the papers’ and a news item about Gaza yielded, ‘The last thing anybody wants.’ All I had to do was write 12 rhyming lines to go between them. I’m a bit alarmed at what the process dredged up from my mind:
2. The papers I read so much stuff in the papers. Who can tell what’s fake or true or if it matters? Story shapers bang the drum for red or blue – the way Big 'bacco did for smokers – talk to win, play hocus-focus. 'Save the dolphins,' Dutton cries transparently. The planet fries but he's PM, or so he's planning. Once I thought God would provide, but God is now claimed by the side of short-term greed. It's time for fanning flames of truth, wake from this trance: the last thing anybody wants
Me fail? I fly! 