The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Apr 17, 2004
Be Careful What You Ask For
My voice is gone, I cannot speak,
With throat so sore it burns and aches.
Knives must have cut away the sound
And left a silence in their wake.
I prayed for silence just last week -
Please, dear God, for pity's sake
Surely some quiet can be found -
The noise I wanted you to take!
This wasn't what I had in mind.
Now I'm afraid your aid to seek
For fear my hearing will be next
If I again ask for relief
From clangs and bangs of any kind,
Telephones, tv's, mouse's squeak.
Is it a cold, or am I hexed?
My voice is gone, I cannot speak.