I fell in love with a couch potato <br />But it didn't have eyes for me. <br />I tried to talk about Marx and Plato <br />But it was deaf to philosophy. <br /> <br />I tried to engage it about travel and art - <br />It went as blank as any screen could be. <br />I endeavoured to give it a mental kick-start <br />But it preferred to watch TV. <br /> <br />How it required real cultivation, <br />Did it ever learn how it read? <br />With much regret I've reached the conclusion <br />My object of love is a weed. <br /> <br />The stuff upon which it will daily feed <br />Are quizzes, soaps, adverts and sport, <br />It's a love that has surely gone to seed, <br />Its mental challenge the weather report. <br /> <br />I fell in love with a couch potato <br />But it didn't have eyes for me. <br />Such vegetable love is doomed, I know, <br />That can only live for TV. <br /> <br />And so I've swallowed the unpalatable fact <br />And admitted this love's a dud, <br />And transmitted, with no regard for tact, <br />That it's blessed with the brains of a spud.<br /><br />Paul Lester<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-fell-in-love-with-a-couch-potato/
