My TV Week In
The TV is my calendar,
I use it to measure my days;
It helps to pass the empty times,
On my cupcake life it’s the glaze.
The week’s fun starts on Sunday nights,
Desperate Housewives comes into view;
Suburbanites’ multiple angst revealed,
Anguished sex, secret sins. (Who knew?)
Mondays (alas), just provide middling fare,
Nothing here that I’d willingly sought;
So I settle for Prison Break’s kinky plots,
Will these felons never get caught?
Tuesdays the Gilmores come my way,
A soaper with multi-tiered story;
Lorelai, Luke, Emily and Suki,
The romantic torments of Rory.
Wednesdays bring paranormal sights,
Into Medium’s weird world I go;
Allison’s gift is both blessing and curse,
Thank God for her sensitive Joe.
Fridays I try a Numbers watch,
In spite of its plot line sillies;
Then Jude Hirsh appears and I flip off,
That guy just gives me the willies.
Saturdays are my catch up days,
Watching tapes of Ugly Betty;
And modern med’s bad boy doc House,
With convulsive cures e’er ready.
The TV is my calendar,
I use it to measure my days;
It helps to pass the empty times,
On my cupcake life it’s the glaze.
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