The Morning Paper

A man went out to greet the day
And grabbed his paper off the lawn
And as he waved to neighbors near
He was greeted by the dawn.

He poured his coffee in his cup
He spread the jam upon his toast
And opened up his newspaper
And turned to see what it would boast.

The nation had done such and such
And “science” had done this and that
But with the morning’s gentle rays
The world was still devolving fast.

He put his paper down to rest
The news it brought was sore indeed
And all the good it thought to plant
Choked and choked just like a weed.