T.V

T.V by Roal Dhal.
The most important thing we’ve learned,
As far as children are concerned,
Is never, never let,
Them near your TV set.
Or better still just don’t install,
That idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we’ve been,
We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
Last week in someone’s house we saw,
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.
Oh yes we know it keeps them still,
They don’t climb out of the windowsill.
And wash the dishes in the sink,
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what,
This does to your beloved tot?
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD,
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND
IT MAKES THE CHILD SO BUMB AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND,
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND.
HIS BRAINS BECOME AS SOFT AS CHEESE,
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE
HE NO LONGER UNDERSTANDS BUT ONLY SEES.
Oh yes you’ll cry, oh yes you’ll say,
But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain,
Our darling children please explain.
I’ll answer this by asking you,
What used the darling ones to do?
How used they keep themselves contented,
Before this monster was invented?
Have you forgotten, don’t you know?
Then I’ll tell you loud and slow.
They used to READ.
They’d read and read,
And read and read,
and then proceed,
To read some more.
Great Scotts, Gadzooks,
The nursery shelf was clustered with books.
The nursery shelf held books galore.
And in their bedrooms by their beds?
More books were waiting to be read.
Of pirates, gypsies, Queens and whales,
And pirates setting out on massive sails.
Of how the camel got its hump,
And how the hare lost its rump.
Of wizards waving their magic wands,
And soldiers out with army bands.
Oh what fine fantastic tales they used to know,
These children living long ago.
So please, oh please, I beg I pray,
Go throw your TV set away.
And in its place you could install,
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then proceed to fill it up with books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks.
The yells, the screams, the fights, the kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks.
But fear not because I promise you,
That in about a week or two,
Of having nothing else to do,
They’ll slowly begin to feel the need,
of having something good to read.
And once they start Oh boy! Oh boy!
You’ll watch the slowly growing joy.
They’ll grow so keen
They’ll wonder what they’d ever seen,
in that ridiculous machine.
That nauseatic foul unclean,
repulsive television screen.
And later each and every kid,
Will thank you more for what you did.Image

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