The following article is best appreciated while sitting at a grand piano, with a certain tune playing in the background and perhaps one or two candles in the wind dotted around...
Goodbye London Lite
We hardly read you at all
You had greater longevity
Than the other one that also closed
There's thirty-six staff
And loads of distributors
Who are all laid off now
We won't see them any more
And it seemed you'd be always the free
Newspaper for London
Never charging for the non-news
You printed each day
Now there's only The Evening Standard
But that's hard to find
Who will trip me up now
When I try to get the tube?
It was just a bit silly
When there were newspapers everywhere
Only good for sudoku
And spot the difference games
It was never going to last
We didn't care enough
About celebrity's shoes
Or Lily Allen clubbing 'til late
And it seems to us you tried so hard
To be fun for eveyone
Even spelling your own name wrong
For the hell of it
You just wanted to show Rupert
That you could do "free" too
Now he's given up his freesheet
You have to go as well
Friday is your last day
Goodbye London Lite
