Tale Of The TV Remote Control
By Englishlady7
I’m the object of controversy,
the reason for many a fight.
My master thinks I’m his alone,
I must always be in sight.
If I’m not where he left me,
he’ll stage a hissy fit.
He sulks – accuses everyone,
oh, what a brainless twit.
If my mistress dares to hold me,
the air is blue with cusses.
The language that he uses
doesn’t spare my blushes.
The answer could be simple,
buy another one, like me;
as they flit between the channels,
we’d have peace again – maybe!
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