On First Looking Into Groening's Homer

Much have I wandered on television's roads.

Many cowboy and detective serials and sitcoms have I seen.

Round many reruns of Cannon have I been,

Which the late night channels in fealty to Quinn Martin Productions hold.

But never did I breathe the pure serene,

Until Matt Groening began merchandising The Simpsons loud and bold.

Then felt I like some watcher of Desperate Housewives,

When a new piece of salacious titilation masquerading as a plot twist swims into his ken;

Or like stout Eastwood when with eagle eye,

He looks at a street punk with a wild surmise,

And shoots him, over and over again.