HOLD THE FRONT PAGE

By Doreen Yates

May 2007

It’s Monday morning, the start of a new day

Phones ringing, people dashing with lots to say

Doors opening, flustered faces, deadline to meet

Lots still to do, will we make it, rushed off our feet.

Anyone seen the editor, James quickly does ask

Front Page story due, query, I must finish this task

Crunch hour looming, the print room say they can’t wait

I must find him now, else I’ll be shown that gate

The editor suddenly appears, what’s up James now

Too many words Edd, it’s more than we’re allowed

Well use your loaf, cut that last para”, says he in a rage

Hurry up James, don’t dither, it must make the front page

Just in time he makes it, relief and smiles all around

The print machines start rollin, soon to be outward bound

The excitement is building to read that story by us all