Ron’s Late night telly.
Ronnie liked to stay up late, sit back,relax and watch the box.
Send his wife to bed,and he’d stay downstairs instead
Just sitting in his undies and his socks.
You see, Ronnie had an innate thirst for knowledge.
The sort of thing he never learned in college.
He’d channel hop deciding what to view.
Something pre recorded or relatively new
He’d wait till midnight to witness something grand.
Glasses polished clean,remote control in hand.
The programs shown before the streetlights glow.
Are nothing like his favourite TV show.
Meanwhile upstairs his wife prepares herself for bed.
Removes the blue rinse hair piece from her head
Puts it with her false leg on the chair.
False teeth in a glass all smiling there.
The rest of her climbs in between the sheets.
Not long now before she’s fast asleep.
That’s when Ronnie can’t believe his eyes;
A channel hopping unforeseen surprise.
.
A television feast for fela’s all alone .
Ladies with no clothes on talking on the phone.
They point at him and gesture from the screen.
Suggesting things that really are obscene.
Encouraging him to call them and explore
All his darkest fantasies and more..
An evening of erotica and sin.
Just call us up and put your bank card details in.
She’s giggling and wiggling about.
Telling Ron to hurry up and get his finger out.
To pop it in the phone and start to dial.
At ten quid to the minute,he hopes it’s all worthwhile.
He’ll wake up in the morning sad and fretting.
A night of solo foreplay and a phone bill he’s regretting.
After waiting twenty minutes on the line.
He gets through to his favourite chick “ Sexy Caroline”
She’says she’ll do whatever he requests
“The wife has woken up!” said Ron.regretfully.
“ I suppose you should get dressed!”