Remote Contro
By Larry B
I’m not really a poet
I’ve never claimed to be
The only reason I’m even here
Is because I can’t watch my tv
See my wife hid my remote control
About a year or so ago
So I’m here killing some time
‘Til I can watch my favorite show
I’ve been told so many things
About something they call “the flow”
I don’t even know what that is
Unless they mean typing to slow
Then they say watch “the meter”
Well, I don’t even own a car
So if it something to do with parking
I think that’s kinda bizzare
They talk about “a syllable count”
But I guess nobody knows
That I can only count to twenty
If I use all my fingers and toes
One more thing they say a lot
Is something about “a rhyme”
Kinda like them bedtime stories
That mama read all the time
I just wanted to tell you this
In case, you didn’t know it
I just want my remote control
Cause I’m really not a poet
