H. R. Pufnstuf

A Sonnet

How you used to stare with wide open eyes
when I set you in front of the TV.
Oh, how I would feel so gosh darned guilty,
when it would turn off you yelped out such cries.
Snob parents giving me a rotten time
just because my darling child gets all blue
when she can’t laugh and talk to witchy poo
saying, “the magic flute will rot her mind.”
Baby Mozart was not invented yet
and yet we had our friend when times got tough
just a little, cos he can do enough
although watching feels like losing a bet.
	and so, TV time was always a yes,
	I’m just glad we didn’t have VHS.