A NEW BEGINNING
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 3:35 pm
A NEW BEGINNING
Finally I’ve succumbed and bought a hearing aid,
I can hardly credit the difference it has made,
took some getting used to, a spike stuck in the ear,
similar, I guess, to a thong wedged in one’s rear.
For quite some time I’d not heard the twitter of bird calls
while flushing of a toilet now sounds like Niagara Falls,
the car’s turning indicator annoys me with its clicking
together with the kitchen clock forever tick, tick, ticking.
However I’ve been welcomed back to TV’s listening crowd,
no longer shunned due to volume turned up loud.
Conversation has improved with the mistress of the house,
pleased that her dialogue’s now heeded by her spouse.
And you know what, since I’ve bought my Starkey RIC,
seems that many others are wearing one like me.
Not wet behind the ears, but those who’ve made a choice
to fit a little doo dad there to hear another’s voice.
Yes, there’s a band of brothers and sisters are there too,
didn’t know so many had their hearing in the poo.
It’s a bit like when you buy a certain make of car
suddenly, they’re all you see on the road by far.
But, one thing that I like about the hearing aid I’ve bought
is it caters for circumstances I’d hitherto not thought,
say, that what you’re listening to is just a load of crap
flick a switch to mute and hey presto, no more yap.
Through the next month I guess that switch will come in handy
with politicians squawking their modus operandi,
most of what they spruik could be classed as twaddle
that surely won’t penetrate my muted Starkey model.
So everyone, I’m warning you, don’t talk behind my back,
cause in the art of hearing, my ears are back on track,
Receiver in Canal’s the Aid that’s got me back on course
helping to identify all sounds back to their source.
Jeff Thorpe 09 August 2013 ©
Finally I’ve succumbed and bought a hearing aid,
I can hardly credit the difference it has made,
took some getting used to, a spike stuck in the ear,
similar, I guess, to a thong wedged in one’s rear.
For quite some time I’d not heard the twitter of bird calls
while flushing of a toilet now sounds like Niagara Falls,
the car’s turning indicator annoys me with its clicking
together with the kitchen clock forever tick, tick, ticking.
However I’ve been welcomed back to TV’s listening crowd,
no longer shunned due to volume turned up loud.
Conversation has improved with the mistress of the house,
pleased that her dialogue’s now heeded by her spouse.
And you know what, since I’ve bought my Starkey RIC,
seems that many others are wearing one like me.
Not wet behind the ears, but those who’ve made a choice
to fit a little doo dad there to hear another’s voice.
Yes, there’s a band of brothers and sisters are there too,
didn’t know so many had their hearing in the poo.
It’s a bit like when you buy a certain make of car
suddenly, they’re all you see on the road by far.
But, one thing that I like about the hearing aid I’ve bought
is it caters for circumstances I’d hitherto not thought,
say, that what you’re listening to is just a load of crap
flick a switch to mute and hey presto, no more yap.
Through the next month I guess that switch will come in handy
with politicians squawking their modus operandi,
most of what they spruik could be classed as twaddle
that surely won’t penetrate my muted Starkey model.
So everyone, I’m warning you, don’t talk behind my back,
cause in the art of hearing, my ears are back on track,
Receiver in Canal’s the Aid that’s got me back on course
helping to identify all sounds back to their source.
Jeff Thorpe 09 August 2013 ©
