Every programme rammed down my throat makes me want to puke, being a terrible judge of the character plot I look but don't see what the images do for me,
except maybe
give me some time to pen in a line to the editor,
'get with the programme'
but of course he already is.

The remote overheats as I
constantly switch from terrestrial
to satellite
morning to night and there's nothing, nada,
surely they ought to by now
be getting it right.

What happened to Andy
Pandy?
or Muffin the mule?
Playschool?
the Woodentops?
and so tragic
there's no
Animal Magic.

Emergency ward 10
will I not see that again?
and what about
That was the Week that was,
gone
because they think they know better,
time to pen another letter.

Dear Sir,
are you there?
what's going on?
obviously not the
programmes that
John want to see.

yours sincerely
Old Mother Riley,

nb
omitting the smiley.