I have the name of this poem written but what will I say?
A journalist’s problem that will not go away.
I have part of a page to fill more or less against my will.
Its quite easy, really, let it flow, hold on and don’t let go.
I had something quite different planned but this happened instead.
I am old but not quite dead.
This poem has zero to do with the title or headline.
Its over, I made my deadline.
17th May, 2017