This was dad’s solution to controlling what channel we’re watching.
Dad ate the T.V.
Last week dad ate the T.V.
and our remote control:
Unplugged the set, then yawned a bit,
then gulped the darn thing whole.
He didn’t have a reason,
just did it on a whim.
so now we spend three hours a night
enjoying watching him.
Thursdays are dog days!
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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