| Biographical Poetry
posted October 3, 2021 |
When channel changing was a kid's job.
Batteries Not Required
Dad in his swivel rocking chair
Mom on her plastic covered couch
Dom and I stretched out on the
wall-to-wall rose-colored carpet
Our heads bolstered by pillows
PJs on, snuggled under blankets
Settled down to watch our family’s
Black and white 15-inch Muntz TV
I had a special job during
Those long-ago times, on
Tuesday nights at eight o’clock
Dad would swivel his rocker and say -
“Okay time to change the channel
Put on seven its Uncle Miltie time”
Up I’d pop
Twist the channel nob
Focus the picture
Adjust the sound
Lie back down
Puff my pillow
Crawl under my blanket
Dom and I would sing
With the Texaco men
“Oh, we're the men of Texaco,
we work from Maine to Mexico
there's nothing like this Texaco of ours…”
When families enjoyed TV together
And kids were human remotes
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