Paper Chase
I think it’s sad when papers choose
To change from print to online news
For though the GUI world is great
Exclusive use I would debate
An online screen can’t pack a dish
Or wrap a smelly day old fish
Or cradle roses like a vase
Or when I nap, lie on my face
It cannot line a dresser drawer
Or from wet paint, protect the floor
Or be a playmate for the cat
Or fold into a pirate’s hat
But what it cannot do the most
Is join me, while I eat my toast
So I can read its pages spread
Until my mind and soul are fed
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