TeeVee Daze

For all of you Moms out there (mostly Moms), who bring your young children to a modern public Library to take advantage of joyful and mind-stretching books and programs, the Anonymous Poet has heard your silent sighs of respite from TeeVee and iPhone. He remembers the TeeVee devil, too, here captured by the youngest of three sons. Supposed Tucked in the far corner room 'a where we live A Mom's not able to peek across a main hallway, 'n shadows dark the windows facing west, From a sugar maple tree; it's where we play we three, Where we go to stare the life from an old teevee: Me 'n a little red Carrot cub, 'n Henry all wrapped in Tweety's hug, A forever unzipped yellow bird Leaking stuffin' balls on Mom's clean rug, marking the telltale path by which he came; Near grown-up Jay has Koko on …