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Enough!
Give a Hoot .. Don’t Pollute..
Drag your carcass out of there.
You’re gathering dust .. your joints are rust..
Get off your derriere.
You only talk when the telephone squawks
And your buddy’s are on the line.
In between … it’s the TV screen
That occupies your mind.
No time for chores … as NASCAR roars
Or Tiger swings away
During the news … you have your snooze
Resting up from your strenuous day.
Your fingers still twitch … and continue to switch
Channels as you snore through the day
The Remote you hold tight and try as I might
I can’t pry the darn thing away.
It might sound gruff … but I’ve had enough
The solution is no mystery …
Clean up your act ... or it’s a fact …
Your Dish will be History!
©Sharon Langan 2002
Thank you Marsha for the Couch Potato
and Cyril for the TV
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