I am fed up with the Oscars
The show airs for far too long;
The revelry goes on forever
Pardon me, if I am wrong.
If a film is Oscar worthy,
I will buy the DVD;
But, the show sometimes has content
That I do not wish to see.

While the fashion sense is something
Meant for water cooler chat,
Is the show worth sheer exhaustion
For a mere moment like that?
Maybe I am just a cynic
But I do not see the sense,
In spending hours of our lifetimes
For something that lacks suspense.

Many times, the films are shoo-ins
Rarely is there a surprise;
Rarer still, when each speech begins
Are true tears in winners’ eyes.
Yet, I know many will gather
When next year’s show rolls around,
To bear the latest edition
Of this mania we’ve found.

I am fed up with the Oscars
Whether or not you agree,
While for some, they’re entertainment
They are tiresome to me.
So, I share with you, this promise
That I am destined to keep,
For the next Oscar awards show
I will be in bed, asleep!

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection