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I'm thinking of buying a paper
But will it be tabloid or broadsheet
Is my mind in the mood of the Gods
Or down at the level of feet?
Do I feel like a diet of scandal
Or a challenge to an enquiring brain
A vision of youthful firm flesh
Or words to suffer the grey cells a strain.
I was thinking of buying a paper
The decision more difficult than I supposed
For having suitably washed and attired
I found the newsagent was closed. |