Where's Lucy when you need her?

Flipping
through channels
trying to locate
any image worth watching.
Commercials tout virility, hygiene, cures
for laundry day blues.
Oh, my! Give
me better
choices.

"Idol,"
"Lost," "Model"
pale in comparison
to Andy and Opie,
or crew from the "Minnow."
Serve up The Fonz,
or Fred, Ethel,
Ricky and
Lucy.

Where
are you,
Mary Tyler Moore?
Save the day, Lassie!
Captain Kangaroo is still preferable
to Square Pants' gang.
Shout! Gimme that
old-time
programming!

Newhart
needs revisiting.
Switch "Hogan's Heroes"
for any reality show.
Where are our yesterday's heroes
when we need them?
Mr. Rogers, we
hardly remember
thee!

Now,
television fodder
is curse words,
cleavage, scantily clad
protagonists (that's the men!),
big money shows, and unreal
attempts at portraying reality.
Ahhhh! A reprieve.
Time for
"Cops."