As a little boy, my eyes glared at the TV everyday,
As soon I could listen to words and read pictures,
I remember the television in black and white,
With children shows from ‘Aussie ostrich! To an adult serial called ‘F.B.I’.
Before school, my mother prepares my lunch for me,
While I studied the early morning program,
Total concentration; not one word was said to me,
When I was asked to do something by my parents.
Even when I was ten years of age,
And my younger sister only five,
I used to get jealous as I left for school early,
Whilst my sister kept watch on the ‘morn programme’.
My stubbornness grew when the show called, ‘Number 96’,
Started on a night I thought I was old enough to watch.
Yet next day the main discussion at peer groups,
Was who saw the new show, ‘Number 96’ and if not, why not?
I think one of my main reasons why I didn’t study hard in year 11 and 12,
Was that I was more anxious to get back home from school,
Where teachers batter you with continual work, everyday,
And see the newest American cop show or Australian soapie!
And when I completed school I purchased a colour TV,
It was the first the family ever had and all eyes were glued to it.
Of course, I have priority in watching it,
But fights and sighs arose when I wanted to use it.
As the time went by and I left home,
I watched as little as I used to,
My heart bleeds till the day,
When my television was stolen from where I was living.
Now with rented TV for the past three years,
With a view to purchase a complete new one,
I watch what I can when I can,
But being married to such a beautiful wife,
I don’t need to be hypnotized by TV anymore!
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