No Longer Free To Go To A Market Poem by John Sensele

Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door

By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower

To a big carrot's girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat

As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn't deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban

That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn't involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.