Mummy and Daddy are addicted
They turn on their TV at nine,
As rain falls outside
On the sofa they hide
Enjoying a glass of red wine.
News at noon can never be missed
This is so full of surprises:
The latest crime figures
News from abroad
And joy, if the share index rises.
Three hours on, still glued to the screen
Antiques on sale now, but who cares?
So delighted are they
With their television set
Switch it off - goodness, who dares?
Historical novels and stories of love
Fill the hours with sweet fantasy.
Mummy views all night
Daddy does too -
Making the most of the licence fee.
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