Today’spoem

TALK, TALK, TALK

How come they sell those hearing aids, When people talk so loud? It doesn’t matter where they are, They stand out in a crowd. Now, take him on his mobile phone, We all know what he says, He shouts so loud, don’t need that phone, It’ll echo round for days. There’s the cheerful gent in the office, Booms ‘Good Morning’ every day, He crosses it off his ‘to do’ list, And nerves begin to fray. When you get a ‘frog in your throat’, Just give a gentle cough, Some folk make a meal of it Like an aircraft taking off. Watching telly the other night, My programme was replaced, A ‘discussion’ programme was put on, Loud twaddle — a disgrace. Mind you, I’ve got a secret, I bought a little elf, ’Cos I love to have a natter, But daren’t talk to myself. Noise will ruin your hearing, So aids you have to buy, All we need is a bit of quiet, Go on — have a try. Paul Scrivener, Bedford.