The remote control goes click, click, cick. The man behind it must be very sick.
An act of violence becomes a beautiful scene, the controller of this button is really mean.
Just as the weatherman speaks of rain I find myself watching a man named Lalanne.
One of the comics got bopped and fell, all of a sudden a company is trying to sell.
The bane of our existance is the little black box, as I get ready to watch TV and take off my socks.
I have looked forward to a movie, already popped the corn, as I look up with John Wayne the screen is adorned.
Comics, preachers, soaps, and a whole lot more, makes you want to kick the man with the remote right out the door.
A show might be of interest if he would only pause. I think many divorces, a clicking remote may be the cause.
Grrrr Paula Just kidding he doesn't touch my computer.