My Husband the Tv Set
How can this all happen
Especially to my man,
He just likes his shows
I don't really understand.
From Law n Order
To the local news,
Onto a good Charmed
Then rerun cartooms.
He has no eyes or nose now
Mouth and ears gone on his head,
There are two long antenas
A tuning knob there instead.
His body is now a box
He just sits there on a stand,
The poor couch is lonely
For it once held my man.
The kids are very confused
Just stand there and stare,
Asking where their father is
I point to the tv and say hes right there.
Please take this warning seriously
Not even for a moment forget,
If your not real carefull
You could become a tv set.
Copyright © Jodie Steward | Year Posted 2007
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