Old Fashioned Courtesy For M'Lady Tara Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The hearth is the heart of the home.
Or used to be before T.V
The glowing coals bid you welcome
on winter nights especially.

Though now the idiots lantern rules
and it is given pride of place
An entertainment fit for fools
who sit and watch without a trace,

a glimmer of intelligence.
They live their lives vicariously
an unreal world of false pretence.
Hypnotised by what they see.

Although I watch occasionally
I can find better things to do.
Than voluntary slavery.
I have my hobbies to pursue.

I tend to watch the latest news,
Sometimes a movie if I choose
perhaps a documentary
I’m in control not the T.V/

If you should choose to visit me
So I can greet you properly
I switch it off without a thought
as any polite person ought.

16-Dec-08

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