"Ghostly, grinning aged Craven, mumbling distant tales of yore"
Once upon a midnight lonely
I sat here, and I had only
Books and television shows
To push away my nightly woes.
Oh, I must get rid of those.
Mine eyes grow dim — I can't use them
To read my books, so close at hand.
They'd ease my frantic brain's demand.
You know how blurred my vision is — I'm sure you understand.
A different way I'll surely find.
Distraction of another kind
To find surcease for Monkey Mind.
So in my desperate situation
I wander through each TV station.
News from every warring nation
Does not entertain ...
It tires my weary brain —
But who to call?
Old movies all — Along the wall
I've boxes filled with DVDs.
Old friends abide, stacked deep inside
Who'll rescue me by playing these:
John Wayne, Astaire and Bogart there;
And pretty girls to win their heart
Are waiting there to play their part.
Band Wagon. Stagecoach. Casablanca.;
Again I'll take from these their art.
They'll sing and dance, and share romance
That blooms and fades just like real life.
The good guy wins; the bad guy fails.
The hero always wins a wife.
John Wayne prevails in all his tales.
Astaire's quick shoes have magic life.
His partners dance as well as he'll —
And backwards, while they're wearing heels!
My raging brain dispels its pain;
Contentment once again will reign
Within my soul
Forevermore!
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