Death Of A Tv Show Poem by Matthew Holloway

We used to wait for each episode
Week after week or months between seasons
The storylines and characters
Which kept us gripped, coming back for more
Second guessing plot development
Talking about our hero's and villains
They were always ours
The potential of romance and death
The cliffhangers that so often kept
Our breath held tightly, thoughts more so
Could they escape or find the truth
What writing it was back then
A masterpiece of theatre and story
Played out across our screens
Followed by the conversations
Between friends days after each show
Oh how brilliant it all was back then
Only it changed, the passion went away
The story became lost in a mire
Of forced messages and patronised
The characters we loved all died
Replaced by lesser versions
We watched still for a while
Before leaving our show
To the television funeral pile