Ray
poem...
He's
got a kind heart
Cooks
great parsnips!
Never
want to part
But
can't get to grips
That
wherever he sits
The
remote control
Appears
by his side
Like
a pothole!
From
the TV guide
From
channel to channel
While
on his backside
With
the control panel!
Seeing
so much while he flicks
From
laughter to sadness
Travel
countries
He's
so transfixed!
And
while he swaps
The
programmes around
Turns
it up
And
turns it down!
The
news, the soaps
The
competitors
All
full of hope
He's
like a predator!
I
bought him a chocolate
Remote
control
To
confuse him last year
But
he ate it whole!
I've
not given in
To
this quirky obsession
And
really think
It
should be in my possession!
December
2021
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