Birth of a Couch Potato
The crush of humanity, swell of the crowd,
demands a new edict. No pushing allowed.
Thus turning the scene a tad melancholy,
whereas in the past it had been pretty jolly.
The policy depended, primarily, on shaming
certain well-known revelers I won’t be naming,
by branding them careless , ill-mannered and rude
and other crass labels that I won’t include.
Suffice it to say that this official labeling
contributed much to their social disabling.
Now they sit home getting flaccid and flabby,
watching old episodes of Downton Abbey.