Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
The Television Speaks it’s Truth
Television: An underestimation of an under utilised being of modern technology, who lacks the understanding of why it has been left as a bystander in the home surroundings following the demise of the companions of the lady of the house.
Abandoned Television
You know I can’t see the point of my being here
I’m not watched and haven’t been for over a year
All the lady of the house does is sits and writes
Flippin’ useless poems all day and half of the night
The poems she writes about are such delights
Like spiders, rats and tiny mice,
Stupid right?
Would you be interested in any kind of poetry
About beasties wherever they’re from or going to be
Who wants to know about growth,
Flowering or
Fruit on a tree
Or even cares if the lawnmower comes out
To see a bloomin’ dandelion
That makes dodging him a sport to be
Well, personally, I’d say nooo, definitely not me
Pleading for the Forgotten
Then she’s writing about plants and trees
Damn how boring can she be,
Why doesn’t she just sit and watch me?
She next writes about garden implements,
Oh please
I know there’s more of interest on me
Than anything that she could write
Why doesn’t she see?
I think I’ll plead and look all forlorn
Then maybe she’ll be torn
You never know she might see,
She really has no choice
But to sit and watch; Me, Me, Me
I’m here doing lots of nothing
Each and every day
Not even for background noise
That she can listen to whilst I watch her play
The Family Have Gone
Would you believe that since
The others have all gone,
She now doesn’t have time to watch me
Because all she does is sit and write
Her rotten poetry
What a waste of time for me,
Licence paid and living in permanent purgatory
I know she’s not bored and
Doesn’t want to clutter her mind you see
But what harm could it do if she
Just took an hour today to watch me
Wouldn’t it be good for her to do
Something different anyway?
Ignored and Begging
Are you listening to me,
Hey you, what do you say?
Won’t you put your cup down
And look my way
Just once today?
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