No Longer Free To Go To a Market

Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue Craned over newspapers spread on the floor To gather ammunition about who knew The last gossip about a politician shown the door By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy Sent to Coventry in corridors of power Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market To buy beef, cabbage, tomato Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.