The Local Enquireen. A poem by Sharon Keely

She’s off on a sprint
With NEWS unfit to print
So malicious and vicious
So pernicious and delicious

Her service is tireless
Even through the Virus
This vital mission
Saw no attrition

Rumour and innuendo
brought to a crescendo –
Keep it under your mac
or it will be repeated back

She’s ever alert
Her ops overt and covert
She gathers it all
To stop you standing tall

She relays the best
Devoid of any jest
Lest that detracts
From the shock she attracts

She’s our CIA, our MI5
Out to flay you alive
But don’t feel lonely
It’s not you only