The clock struck six thirty
The remote ran towards me
It was time for my favorite show
Which had started a year ago
I jumped onto the hard couch
And yelled a little ‘ouch’
I switched the TV on
And I heard my sisters all groan
They snatched the remote from me
Without hearing any of my plea
I screamed out very loud
And made myself a crowd
At last victory was mine
And everything went fine
Until the electricity gave a cough
And the TV went off

sania harris

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/show-time-3/