Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
13 Just for Today
This is a heartwarming story,
With a disturbing twist,
And if you are not old enough,
Then it is a story that you missed.
In the early 1950’s,
With TV a new art,
And out in the world then,
The Korean War had yet to even start.
The TV folks had all filled up,
The after dinner hours,
But nothing for the daytime,
To transmit from their towers.
So it was kid shows in the morning,
And news at six o’clock,
Soap operas in the afternoon,
Leaving a midday slot.
It was audience participation,
That is where the interest lay,
With heart wrenching stories,
It was “Queen for a Day.”
It was gather up the sponsors,
For a game show before dinner,
The women tell their stories,
And the audience picks the winner.
Four women would tell their stories
The sadder the better,
“My little girl has cancer,”
A death or eviction letter.
With all four ladies crying,
The audience offers their ovation,
It was a cheesy applause meter,
That rendered the decision.
Three ladies would then crumble,
Adding to their doom,
But one lady won it all,
And was the focus of the room.
The winner got what she wanted,
Plus more on this afternoon,
Like a washer and drier,
Or trip to old Cancun,
The other ladies got a toaster,
Or a vacuum, but never better,
And they kept the little girl with cancer,
And that death, or eviction letter.
By 1960 folks spoke up,
It was base, and quite heartless,
They had invented reality TV,
And political correctness.
13 Just for Today
This is a heartwarming story,
With a disturbing twist,
And if you are not old enough,
Then it is a story that you missed.
In the early 1950’s,
With TV a new art,
And out in the world then,
The Korean War had yet to even start.
The TV folks had all filled up,
The after dinner hours,
But nothing for the daytime,
To transmit from their towers.
So it was kid shows in the morning,
And news at six o’clock,
Soap operas in the afternoon,
Leaving a midday slot.
It was audience participation,
That is where the interest lay,
With heart wrenching stories,
It was “Queen for a Day.”
It was gather up the sponsors,
For a game show before dinner,
The women tell their stories,
And the audience picks the winner.
Four women would tell their stories
The sadder the better,
“My little girl has cancer,”
A death or eviction letter.
With all four ladies crying,
The audience offers their ovation,
It was a cheesy applause meter,
That rendered the decision.
Three ladies would then crumble,
Adding to their doom,
But one lady won it all,
And was the focus of the room.
The winner got what she wanted,
Plus more on this afternoon,
Like a washer and drier,
Or trip to old Cancun,
The other ladies got a toaster,
Or a vacuum, but never better,
And they kept the little girl with cancer,
And that death, or eviction letter.
By 1960 folks spoke up,
It was base, and quite heartless,
They had invented reality TV,
And political correctness.
