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 re-runs of Cannon have I been,
Which the networks in fealty to Quinn Martin Productions hold.
But never did I breathe the pure serene
Until Matt Groening begin syndicating The Simpsons loud and bold.

Then felt I like some watcher of Desperate Housewives
When a new plot twist swims into his ken,
Or like stout Eastwood when with eagle eyes
He looks at a street punk with a wild surmise
And shoots him over and over again.