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, lay 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 I’d really miss the most
Is how, each morning with my toast
I’d sit and savor, as I read
Each page until my soul was fed