Dear Netflix, Poem by Robyn Chiswell

Don't get me wrong, I love you to bits
You're jam packed with all the blockbuster hits
When I fancy a laugh or need to shed a tear
Your organised categories make things clear
Now I don't mean to moan, there's just one thing
Joy is not the only emotion you bring
I fill with guilt when you decide to dare
To ask me the question, 'Are you still there? '

Are you insinuating that I am a slob?
Are you assuming that I don't have a job?
Are you implying that I have nothing else to do
Than to sit in my PJ's whilst watching you?
Are you calling me lazy, or perhaps fat?
Are you saying I'm a loner who should get a cat?
Are you warning me that my eyes will go square?
I've been watching you for hours, do you think I care?
Are you trying to get me up out of bed?
What's wrong with spooning my cuddly ted?

For future reference, yes I am still here
And less of the judgements please my dear