To the continuation of Pravda(TM)

Oh! Pravda(TM)! Such sad knews
It is said on the grapevine
That you are about to close

Forgive me this little winge
As you could provide light
Even to those who live in Penge(*)

You can't leave WC in the launch(**)
And what of poor Missus Psmy the?
Will she ever meet with the Brady Bunch?

And yet! There is hope in the air
In Students On Wheels at the bottom
"Send in recommendations" is writ there

So, are we to live in future times
With the shining light of Pravda(TM)
Aiding us to gird our loins?

Nemesis Watson

(*) Robert Rankin Joke
(**) Humour: launch == lurch. Ha ha.

Reponse

Don't count on an issue 36:
It's likely to end in a fix:
35 may be last,
Pravda a thing of the past,
in no more than a couple of ticks.