By Shannon Scott (C) 2015
(Listen To Shannon Recite This Poem)
The world waits on edge for vapid news shows and magazines.
Such fervor over the who’s who of being seen.
But my headlines are your texts on my cell phone screen.
Or your pretty voice on my answering machine.
In my world, this is the news that matters.
Not all of the ink paper and cyber chatter.
You’re my morning show, News@5 and Weather Report.
Broadcasting sexy information of every sort.
A face I can trust with words that are more than play.
My world gets swayed by your opinion and say.
Adding new insights into my world and day.
Who needs the boob tube when I’ve got you Jude?
Let the world stay lost with the web and newspaper clippings.
Exhausting fingers on keys and all of that channel flipping.
While they do that we’ll go margarita sipping!
For the news of us is much more all the fuss!
As the world makes wars, we’ll live like lovers!
Surely news of it will make all of the covers.
