The newspaper is delivered every morning 

Most days it hits the ground just after flve

And upon its safe arrival

Does depend my own survival

For the crossword makes my brain come quite alive.

Now the crossword must be cryptic

For its clues are quite elliptic

It’s a challenge that really makes my day

But before I reach the puzzle

It’s a never-ending tussle

To tear the plastic wrapping right away.

Why the paper’s wrapped in plastic

Which is not at all elastic

Is itself another puzzle with no clue

But the darn thing’s rolled so tight

It is something of a fight

And the air resounds with words that are quite blue.

When the going’s getting rough

And the task is quite too tough

For one pair of hands unaided

I begin to feel quite jaded

And I’m sick of all this caper

I’ll just cancel out the paper

And I’ll no more fume and fret

I’ll just get the puzzle from the Internet.