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!
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