The Craven

Once upon a midnight dreary, Endless informercials makin' me weary... Over Billy Mays' droning, screeching voice, Annoying us, seems we have no choice... While I reloaded my gun to end his endless rasping, Makin' me go insane, I ain't crapping... " 'T is time to end these ads so madding," Screeching TV ads so mind zapping, Such a hated late night TV pitchman entreating, These infuriating nuisance TV ads endlessly repeating, I knew then that he was a craven, Irritating screaming junk product maven, I looked down at my gun barrel, Pointed it at my head, Thought again, then pointed it at the TV instead, Well, it cost me $400 for me to replace, But you should'a seen, My beaming face!