Remote control where are you?
Hidden in some obvious hole

The control fairies

Achieve their goal
Frustration set

And search in on.

Blaming everyone

Where’s it gone.
Unsettled now

Can’t let it be

You look in the fridge

But won’t touch the TV.
The principle it there

It called a remote

Getting angry

At your TV’s gloat
I will not turn over

By touching that box

The bloody remote

Will me, not fox
Then at last that

The frustration pass

The remote control

Was under your ass.