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Jul 21, 2019
Television Poem by Roald Da...
The most important thing weve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set —
Or better still, just dont install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house weve been,
Weve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someones place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until theyre hypnotised by it,
Until theyre absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They dont climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
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 ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST ANDFREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!
All right!
youll cry.
All right!
youll say,
But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children
Please explain!
Well answer this by asking you,
What used the darling ones to do
How used they keep themselvescontented
Before this monster was invented
Have you forgotten
Dont you know
Well say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ!
Theyd READand READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more.
Great Scott!
Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffledoars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be
Good gracious, its Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
Theres Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
Theyll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts.
Theyll grow so keen
Theyll wonder what theyd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
The most important thing weve learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set —
Or better still, just dont install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house weve been,
Weve watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someones place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until theyre hypnotised by it,
Until theyre absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They dont climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
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 ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST ANDFREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK — HE ONLY SEES!
All right!
youll cry.
All right!
youll say,
But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children
Please explain!
Well answer this by asking you,
What used the darling ones to do
How used they keep themselvescontented
Before this monster was invented
Have you forgotten
Dont you know
Well say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ!
Theyd READand READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more.
Great Scott!
Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffledoars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be
Good gracious, its Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
Theres Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
Theyll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start — oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts.
Theyll grow so keen
Theyll wonder what theyd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.
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