Mango flavoured Television.

Switching rough buttons, peeling sweet flesh,
I'm a fruity vampire, i'm a television shark.
Changing images confuse my pickled vision,
Black white, black white, light dark, light dark.

Peter Pan picked me a pear,
I'm a fructose fiend and a couch potato.
Mr Melon channel hopped without my consent,
So i got my bow and shot him with an arrow.

The remains of the pips, penetrated my gut,
The pain continued, when the tv did explode.
A startled lobster said 'You have a fruit fetish!',
And I kicked him in the nuts.