The TV was on and the volume was low
So the sound he couldn’t quite hear
He reached out and quickly grabbed the remote
Which happened to be very near.
The volume was six, and then after a press
Of a button it went up to seven
He didn’t think that was quite high enough
So he pressed till it went to eleven.
His wife told him to take it slow
For fear he might make it too loud
But to her he paid little to no heed
Why would he? He was very proud.
He noticed that from twelve to thirteen
There was almost no difference discernible
From fourteen to fifteen not much again
He thought: was the remote unworkable?
At twenty-one he started to realize that
He could hear the audio quite well
Yet he noticed the volume went up to fifty
How loud was that? Only one way to tell.
His wife begged him to stop, but he had become
A man by the devil possessed
Soon enough he was up to thirty two
Where their hearing faced quite a big test.
At forty-three it was really uncomfortable
His ears were profusely bleeding
Yet would he cease, oh he would not
Despite his wise wife’s pleading.
She finally grabbed the remote from his hands
And knocked him out of his stupor
She managed to lower the volume till ten
Before he threatened to hit her.
She dropped the remote, he looked at her crazily
She told him to stop and listen
He looked at the TV and then back at his wife
And his eyes slowly started to glisten
He heard the TV, he’d gone too far
In his wife’s eyes he could see real fear
Ten to eleven did nothing for him, but
At forty he lost the ability to hear.
Everything but Nothing 