The evening wears on

While outside in the garden

Golden leaves cling on

The light is just right

For us to enjoy the night

 

Cradling a belly of joy

Not a girl or a boy

Crisps, dips and all the chocs

You are mine

A love on the rocks

 

Binging another show

In the warmth of the TVs glow

Mine is growing

increasing, expanding and showing

 

My telly belly is of great quality

Just like the shows I consume

Ever wiser in my newest review

For I am a deep thinker, I assume