Poet for Our Times

I write the headlines for a Daily Paper.
Itís just a knack one's born with all-right-Squire.
You do not have to be an educator,
just bang the words down like they're screaming Fire!
CECIL-KEAYS ROW SHOCK TELLS EYETIE WAITER.
ENGLAND FAN CALLS WHINGEING FROG A LIAR.

Cheers. Thing is, youíve got to grab attention
with just one phrase as punters rush on by.
Iíve made mistakes too numerous to mention,
so now we print the buggers inches high.
TOP MP PANTIE ROMP INCREASES TENSION.
RENT BOY: ROCK STAR PAID ME WELL TO LIE.

I like to think that Iím a sort of poet
for our times. My shout. Know what I mean?
Iíve got a special talent and I show it
in punchy haikus featuring the Queen.
DIPLOMAT IN BED WITH SERBO-CROAT.
EASTENDERSí BONKING SHOCK IS WELL-OBSCENE.

Of course, these days, thereís not the sense of panic
you got a few years back. What with the box
et cet. I wish Iíd been around when the Titanic
sank. To headline that, mate, wouldíve been the tops.
SEE PAGE 3 TODAY GENTS THEY'RE GIGANTIC.
KINNOCK-BASHER MAGGIE PULLS OUT STOPS.

And, yes, I have a dream - make that a scotch, ta -
that kids will know my headlines off by heart.
IMMIGRANTS FLOOD IN CLAIMS HEATHROW WATCHER.
GREEN PARTY WOMAN IS A NIGHTCLUB TART.
The poems of the decade . . . Stuff íem! Gotcha!
The instant tits and bottom line of art.

Carol Anne Duffy More about Carol Anne Duffy, 0000-0000

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