Sigh ... Men!

Here you sit upon your throne
in this little place you call your home.

You hold the zappers in your hands,
controlling the telly with your commands.

You expect your checked slippers lying at the fire,
if they aint there, oh boy, your voice raises higher.

Forget the dinning room table for your dinner,
you only use that when you are on to a winner.

Dinner is best served on your lap,
Oh and beer Dear, make it cold from the tap.

You push and prod the overused zappers,
moaning at the commentator now the footballs over.

BBC, ITV, Eurosports, Sky Sports even Sky News,
Nope, nothing on the tv now to keep you amused.

One eye on the telly, channels whizzing by,
you turn to your loved on and mutter a "Hi!"

Wearing your nice warm slippers sitting on your throne,
in that nice warm cosy tidy place you call your home.

Tummy nice and full after out earning your pay,
You turn to your loved one and ask ...

"So Dear, done anything much today?"

*sigh* ... MEN!