Ink On My Hands

Ink on my hands
A wonderful pleasure
That appears to be
Gone forever

No newspaper on Sunday
What am I to do
Open my laptop
Throw at it my shoe

Lingering with a coffee
Rattling the pages
Sunday morning
Was a day for the ages

Google and Yahoo
MSN et al
Now offer me the news
But I don’t hear their call

I’m afraid I’m a hold out
So searching I will go
For a paper full of news
That I can call my own