Brian Bilston writes of “no news day”
When they played the piano instead
If modern media has nothing to say
We get tripe that shouldn’t be read.
The Sudanese doctor we jilted
‘Cos officialdom couldn’t find room
A story to milk the government’s guilt
No thought for the rest of Khartoum.
The Late Show is over for Corden
Self-indulgence much on display
I really don’t think it’s important
That he wants to go his own way.
Much talk of ailments over tea
This topic has no bottom
But I’m shocked by the perils of hydrocele
And what it can do to your scrotum.
Fans of Love Island & Celebrity
Big Brother on ITV2
I reflect on this story with pity
This is not news in my view.
We started the day with a rattle
Our leader could not stand the din
The search for the source was a battle
A displacement of something within.
As we ride along Spout Lane descending
I search for a new epigram
I remember the lark ascending
And consider how lucky I am.
We get close to the end in Condover
Good fortune has suddenly gone
The rear tyre goes soft, I pull over,
Thanks to Steve for getting me home.
If you’ve had your fill of this balderdash
And feel like you’ve waded through guano
Put you phone to silent or into the trash
And try to get back to the piano.