After falling asleep in a straight backed wooden chair in the middle of DAYS yesterday, I was inspired to write this.....Plea to the DAYS writers
We are a group so very diverse
we love to rant and rave and curse
we weep, we wail, we gnash our teeth
our favourite soap rife with creeps
"Where" we cry, "are the men of old?"
they made us melt and our knees fold
with arms of steel and hearts of gold
romantic and lusty, so dashing and bold.
Now there's Stef, a leering worm
pleasuring Viv and making us squirm
the powerful Phoenix, so often reborn
is a big fat turkey who makes us yawn.
And then there's Austin
Fondly known as DUH
His IQ and shoe size we say are on par
He's smug and he's irritating
And it would be so sublime
to plant my boot where the sun don't shine.
Moving right along, the sun is blocked..
"What is it?" we scream.."a giant squash?"
But no we discover it's a big talking head
It's Roman the boofhead back from the dead.
For Mike, Bo and John
we grimly hang on
as they waffle and shuffle and bumble
they're hunks, we just know it
so WHY can't they show it?
our hopes are starting to crumble!
All I can say is we're a patient lot
but how much can we endure?
from satellites to Wayne and Earl
Stef loving Hope makes us hurl
Give us intrigue, romance and passion
Give us good haircuts and dazzling fashion
Give us good writing that doesn't insult us
and we'll give you a gift...
WE'LL KEEP WATCHING
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