There was a guy who watched TV all day
And ate his meals on a TV tray
And everyone called him Cathode Ray.
The doctors got a big surprise
When harvesting their bawling prize
For Ray had technicolor eyes
And though the birth was quite routine
He’d fuss and make an awful scene
Unless he saw a glowing screen.
Every day Ray sat and stared
At all the empty nonsense aired
But never even remotely cared
About his lost lethargic lot
His TV dinners were nice and hot
And in the end – he got the plot.
Are You Reading Me?
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