here is a rhyme
about British TV
its such a crime
i repeat again TV
first there is strictly
with its mega dancing
gets me extremely tipsy
as they all get prancing
then there's x factor
talent-less itv show
rather watch a tractor
or seeing crops all grow
also there's dragon den
slightly more educating
the trouble is the men
are rather irritating
Britain has got talent
another TV bore, yawn
although posh and gallant
rather sit out, on lawn
finally come dine with me
this one gets on me wick
when im eating my tea
now for the horror flick
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