The TV remote, never seemed to leave his hand.
His family, tried to make a stand,
But he ignored them, out of hand.
He chose what the family should watch.
The annoyance of his parents, couldn’t be matched.
The remote to his body seemed permanently attached.
He was warned by his Granny, his actions he’d regret.
She was right, his parents their end, nearly met.
One day he noticed, the gadget had turned bright green.
He clicked, aiming at his parents, who hadn’t seen.
Instantly becoming statues, as though never been.
The Boy was shocked to the core,
At what he had been responsible for.
There was a gasp from Granny, as she opened the door.
“I warned you; this may happen, we must act fast.”
The remote from his fist she quickly grasped.
Then hurled it, onto the wooden floor.
The statues started trembling, as though from a thaw.
Soon they were back, as they were before.
However, The Boy doesn’t touch the remote anymore.