Poetry Thursday

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

They said it was called a television

It was my dad who made the decision

To cast aside the radio

And to the future, we will go

He bought it at Cunnigham’s Appliances 

With money, he receives from his Uncle Sid

It must have weighed a ton

Carrying it, the station wagon could barely run

My mom cleared a spot in the living room

Moving a table that was a family heirloom

My Dad somehow carried it inside

When he put it down, he made such a noise I thought he had died

He plugged it in by the light

My sister and I jockeyed for room and began to fight

My dad turned it one, and the picture flipped

In doing so, his pants did whip

Finally, we got a clear picture

After saying words not found in the holy scripture

We sat transfixed for five minutes, maybe ten

Before we wandered off to read in the den

I could not help but yawn

And observe there were lots of stations by nothing on

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