Big Brother. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

They watch this programme in their droves, young kids as young as five
But I can’t see the sense in it, thank God my brain’s alive.
It’s on our screens, the whole day long, so boring and mundane,
To watch a person snore at night, you’d have to be insane.

Admittedly, I’ve watched it once but that was in the past,
It’s headline news ‘most every day and I don’t know the cast.
I hear at work and on the bus, what he or she had said,
They had a row or broke a nail then cry into their bed.

When I was young, as young as five, I sat to “Watch With Mother”
But kids today, don’t get the chance, they’re forced to watch “Big Brother”,
Some parents do not realise, that kids have great retention:
So switch it off, put on cartoons and give your kids attention!

Reality TV has shown, great British hidden talent.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some prude nor trying to be so gallant.
I’m just a guy, with my own view and want to air my comment,
I’ve had my say, I thank you all, it only took a moment.