Heyday
On those days when the news was slow,
Editors of a bygone age
Would hold the paper’s front page till
A tasty story reared its head.
You needed nerves of steel to bet
On beating deadlines with a splash:
A murder or a bank held up,
A bishop, caught in flagrante.
It was what the public wanted:
Big pictures, tearful confessions,
Have-a-go heroes, raffish cads,
Embittered lovers, telling all.
Millions sold, in their heyday,
Which, like the Music Hall, would fade.
Stephen Gospage
Fri 14th Oct 2022 21:27
Thanks, MC.