Big Other
My television wouldn't work.
I went and bought Big Other.
I watched the triumph of The Crows,
In splendid, vivid colour.
I watched a hired DVD:
Matt Dillon in his prime.
I then put on 'The West Wing':
Sound, no picture showed this time.
I take it all back to the shop
Where quite soon we can take succour:
It's my player on the blink;
Big Other simply much too big
For my old mother......
poem by Douglas Scotney
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