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![]() Ode to the Television Repair ManI know your schedule is busy I can sympathize being five hours late You labored for three hours on my set But I still can’t find elusive channel eight There’s more snow than in Minnesota Winter blizzards constantly appear on my screen I’d love to relocate my loving television set To an entertainment center, in a treacherous ravine When it rained the past week You blamed it on the water During my exciting Super Bowl Party It caused everybody to miss the fourth quarter When the pixels started dropping You blamed it on a cloud When the audio became silent I was accused of playing it too loud You recommended I purchased a new Sony I went out and bought the latest edition The blur that gobbled up my screen You considered that to be High Definition When I lost HBO You blamed it on the outside heavy traffic As the colors fused while watching the news You accused me of viewing something pornographic When the circuit board ultimately became shot The diagnosis was that I didn’t use a coaster The vertical not being able to be adjusted Was from someone, inappropriately , using the toaster You encourage me to buy, an expensive H.D.M.I. I studied your credentials, and I know you are able The satellite dish on my roof didn’t work And neither did your fifty foot cable Finally in rage, I ripped the television from the wall Destroying with it, the imported oak wood panels Fondly do I recall, the days of my youth Days of Rabbit Ears, and classic thirteen viewable channels Send this Whackocard to your friends! |