Couch Potatoes

Couch potatoes never see the light, Seldom produce real potatoes, Or much else that is palatable. They leave switches on 24 seven, And don't know what is the purpose of an off switch, Resulting in bed sores, Though they seldom get as far as the bed. It is only the sight of grandchildren, That is likely to shift them, Into second gear, And look for a cake of soap, Along with a clean face cloth, To wash the sleep out of their eyes, So they can find their way to the shower. If all this happens, They might even dust the cobwebs off the cake mixer, And produce something resembling a birthday cake. So, if your parents are couch potatoes, You know what you have to do, If you ever want to see a plate of, Sausages, peas, corn, mashed potatoes, Lashings of gravy and tomato sauce ever again, With carrot cake for dessert, Followed by potato or elderberry wine, Perhaps. There is no time to delay, As you might not get it right the first time, And couch potatoes are notorious for, Checking out early. Now is the time to shut down the computer, Or gaming console, And make your partner's Day or night.