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The State of TV

by Jane Dards

All things dull and ugly
We wallow in today.
The foolish and the cuddly,
The tripe we can replay.

The documentaries dragging,
The dramas played too fast,
Celebrities all bragging,
And Hitler all the past.

The sordid soap-land plotlines,
The killings and the gore,
The audiences’ hotlines:
It’s such a crushing bore.

Thank God for this, well-hidden,
That leaves us wanting more:
The gem amid the midden –
The BBC’s got Four.