Today I parted with a lot of money. The least I can do is write a rhyme about the reason.
November verse 13: Today I got my hearing aids They said that I was hard of hearing. More like soft, the edges dull, the high notes mostly disappearing, sibilants all rendered null. But soft or hard, that’s just pedantic: friends were cross, sometimes frantic, tired of shouting to be heard, repeating every second word. Today I got two electronic gizmos, one in either ear, enabling me at last to hear what yesterday was ultrasonic. People have stopped mumbling words and all my streets are filled with birds.