Hi Grade 5,
Here it is - the POEM!
White = All
Green = Mothers
Purple = Kids
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
Or better still, just don't install
The 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 place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit all stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotized by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't 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 SENSES 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 AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK - HE ONLY SEES!
"All right!" you'll cry. "All right!" you'll say.
"But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children! Please explain!"
We'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?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and the 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.
(Kevin, Suah and Ristia)
And treasures isles,
and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed
with muffled oars.
(Mich P, Beni and Raymond)
And pirates wearing
purple pants,
And sailing ships
and elephants,
(Alizka, Andrew and Jennifer)
And cannibals crouching
round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
(Mandy, Hansen and Jinju)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
(Mich P, Jesslyn and Brodie)
And Squirrel Nutkin,
Pigling Bland
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and -
(Mich T, Raymond and Mandy)
Just How The Camel
Got His Hump
And How The Monkey
Lost His Rump,
(Hansen, Kevin and Mich T)
And Mr. Toad
and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole -
(Ristia, Suah and Beni)
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,
They'll now begin to fell the need
Of having something good to read.
And once they start - oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd 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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