Breaking News Poem by Catherine Casey

Exclusive!
We own the rights.
Our tread’s on the tarmac.
Can we borrow your mic’s?


We rushed down the road
To follow our lead.
Teeth whitener please
Before we proceed.


Breaking the news
For folks out of bed.
A nation tuned in.
Their toast is still bread.


And three, two, one
Here we are live.
At media circus
Outside fifty five.


Let’s knock on the door
Allegations are rife.
Titillations and tangrams
Concerning the wife.


This is their doorbell.
Just zooming in Brad.
There’s paint on the wires.
He must be a cad.


Our researcher Fred
He’s been in the bins.
This rubbish is filthy;
Beans curried in sins.


That sounds like a flush.
Remember we’re live.
Time for the add's.
We’ll be back in five.


Back again folks.
There’s a scope down the chimney.
A check on the map
Says this is West-Grimley.


We’re sure it’s this house.
The neighbours we chequed.
All smiley and pointing,
After being circumspect.


Going in now.
That’s a bearskin rug.
Push through the..Stuck?
Here give it a tug!


All mod cons.
A home theatre system.
While still on the welfare?
He can’t be a Christian.


In to the kitchen.
There’s a drip on the tap.
Is that Bacofoil?
Let’s call it a wrap.


Folks you all saw it.
The scandal we brought.
The dust and the undies,
The cobwebs so taut.


Tune in tomorrow
Same time different place.
Remember the channel.
Our sponsors to grace.


Right down your street
We may be coming.
Three sugars in mine
And give us some luvin’.


For this gets the ratings.
Not Mr Nice.
Take well our lead.
There’s money in vice.