Guest Poet: My TV Week In Verse

And now another poetic jewel from TMV’s favorite, Michael Silverstein, aka Wall Street Poet:

Alfred Prufrock measured his life in coffee cups. Today, a great many Americans have a different day measure–the tube.”

My TV Week In Verse

The TV is my calendar,
I use it to measure my days;
It helps to pass the empty times,
On my cupcake life it’s the glaze.

The week’s fun starts on Sunday nights,
Desperate Housewives comes into view;
Suburbanites’ multiple angst revealed,
Anguished sex, secret sins. (Who knew?)

Mondays (alas), just provide middling fare,
Nothing here that I’d willingly sought;
So I settle for Prison Break’s kinky plots,
Will these felons never get caught?

Tuesdays the Gilmores come my way,
A soaper with multi-tiered story;
Lorelai, Luke, Emily and Suki,
The romantic torments of Rory.

Wednesdays bring paranormal sights,
Into Medium’s weird world I go;
Allison’s gift is both blessing and curse,
Thank God for her sensitive Joe.

Fridays I try a Numbers watch,
In spite of its plot line sillies;
Then Jude Hirsh appears and I flip off,
That guy just gives me the willies.

Saturdays are my catch up days,
Watching tapes of Ugly Betty;
And modern med’s bad boy doc House,
With convulsive cures e’er ready.

The TV is my calendar,
I use it to measure my days;
It helps to pass the empty times,
On my cupcake life it’s the glaze.

©2007 Michael Silverstein