Every night she watches TV
Plans her evening precisely,
Hops from channel to channel,
From soap opera to TV detective.
On the night’s there’s nothing on
She visits the library
Borrows her entertainment for the evening
She’s always engrossed
Coach potato
I can remember her every Friday night,
Life and soul of the party.
Drunk on red wine, rarely sober,
Laughing, lively, friend to the strangers.
If there was nothing on
She invited people round, drank tequila,
Made the entertainment for the evening
Told tall stories
Party animal.
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