…. is sometimes the newsreader.
Here is one of my “greatest hits”. Written about 3 years ago, it is a poem that people seem to like, and ask to hear again. The name of the newsreader in question has been changed, to avoid charges of stalking. In any case, since I wrote the poem, she went off and married some tall, dark, handsome reporter. Jealous, me?
I’m in Love with the Television News Reader
7 pm every evening
she appears in my living room
bringing me the news of the world
looking at me with her large green eyes
gently tossing her coiffured blond hair
demurely enunciating ugly words
through her beautifully shaped mouth
another insane event has occurred in some far off country
and Juanita Cox has red lip gloss on tonight
another boat load of desperate people has reached our shores
only Juanita Cox can make the word “asylum” sound erotic
another paedophile released on bail
you shouldn’t have to read such filth Juanita
more bikie gang trouble in the city
if I had tats and a Harley Juanita, would you ride off with me?
the Government’s economic policies are working
who did you share your stimulus package with Juanita?
another loutish sportsman has disgraced himself in public
Juanita, let the sports reporter read that stuff in future
debate continues about the best way to tackle climate change
would you trade emissions with me Juanita?
she is telling me that tomorrow
it will be warm and moist
and Jesus Christ
Juanita Cox has two buttons undone on her blouse
There will be a news update in an hour
but not from Juanita Cox
and without Juanita Cox
no news is good news