The latest bulletin flashed
pictures appeared on lampposts,
the rolling news
the lady doing sign language in the corner gets cramp.
The tittle-tattle of a thousand chat rooms,
and signs written in the sky
by privately hired Cessnas.
The criminal was captured,
caught by a mob raising a hue and cry.
The recidivist was caught in a comically
sized butterfly net.
They carried burning torches and
a mob from The Simpsons,