Saturday Night (Not at the movies!)
Most Saturday nights during the autumn like a lot of the British population we settle down to watch X Factor and Strictly with a bottle of red wine. Often I don’t quite make it to the end of the evening without dozing off. This poem is about our Saturday nights.
Saturday Night (Not at the Movies)
Saturday night watching TV
A little bit of X Factor and Strictly
Wine in one hand remote in the other
The bottle placed handy for another
It feels a lot like a guilty pleasure
Very chilled out simply no pressure
Nothing here to tax the mind
No big step forward for human kind
It’s simply nice to relax and unwind
Watch Simon Cowell try to find
The next superstar the next big thing
Asking what song they would like to sing
Then there’s Bouncy Bruno waving his arms
Spreading compliments about dancers charms
Feedback sometimes gets pros a little furious
Not when Revel Horwood says they are gorgeous
At the end of the night a little worse for wear
I struggle eventually to get out of the chair
And slowly stagger up the stairs to bed
Thinking of what I could have done instead!
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