Miscellaneous
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Talk Show
published: 20 /
3 /
2011
In his regular 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry column, Spencer Robertshaw looks at the world of the TV talk show host
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His uncle's his sister, now he’s grown whiskers
Born in the wrong body and always felt shoddy
Getting ready for the change
He’s always felt strange
Who’s the man that helps? – the man that can
Talk show host, he has a plan
Just take the DNA – no way
I slept with his dad when they put him away
You get lonely when they go to prison
'EastEnders' and 'Emmerdale' on television
CBS news on Sky for revision
Talk show host, he is the man
He’s the man that’s not pushing the pram
But really wants to help however he can
A stand up guy who just wants to know why
Pass me the tissues
Sweetheart don’t cry
So sensitive to our hopes and fears
His wisdom far beyond his years
Shouts and he screams but he knows he must
By the way, have you seen his perfect wife’s bust?
So has someone buggered your auntie’s cat?
Is your boyfriend a dirty little love rat?
He’ll get to the truth and that is that
Talk show host, he don’t take crap
Secret Service and CIA can’t get his results
He gets the truth with cloven hoof
And a few well planned insults
But no waterboarding on this show
Just the manic man with his Perma glow
Lie detector and DNA, he pays the fee
My friends, the truth will set you free
Alcohol, drugs and sexual perversions
Theft, violence and gender diversions
He’s the one that would never cast dispersions
Honest John – err...The talk show host
The aftercare is a big thing
They’ll contact the doctor you never dare ring
Or have a nice chat about your sadness
Then tell you that’s what started your badness
So half an hour in a comfortable chair
Explains why your sister wants facial hair
Now you know why you’re a canine rammer
Or when you talk why it’s always a stammer
It’s years of counselling done in a jiffy
Don’t I understand? Or is this just iffy
The show mesmerises
When he starts to shout
Fifteen minutes
Then it’s over
My friends - Get out