Decibel was VERY LOUD.
Even in the hugest crowd
you’d hear her voice above the rest.
It really was enough to test
the tolerance of anyone.
“Decibel! Turn the volume down!”,
her mother begged her every day.
“You’ll burst my eardrums. Go away.
Go to your room and don’t come out
until you manage not to shout.”
Decibel went, but from her room
came yet another sonic boom.
At school you’d hear the teachers say,
“Please, can someone find a way
to stop her or she’ll deafen us."
Decibel ignored the fuss
but every word the darling said
exploded in the listener’s head.
“Dec-i-bel! will you be quiet!”
Can’t you whisper? PLEASE- Just try it!”
Decibel tried, she really tried
but somehow something deep inside
would thunder forth and rend the air.
“I can’t be soft. It isn’t fair
to tell me off for how I’m made.
If you don’t like it, I’m afraid
you’ll have to lump it. Why should I
be punished more than Neville Bligh
who won’t “Speak up” when he is told.
His voice is just as ‘uncontrolled’.”
So Decibel would plead her case
and claim that loudness had its place
in…politics perhaps? On surf patrol.
Or any form of crowd control…
“Aha!” the teacher said, “That’s true.
We ought to make the most of you.
Now let me think... It’s Sports Day soon.
We’ll do without the megaphone.
We’ll utilise your dulcet shout
and maybe…… WEAR THAT VOICEBOX OUT.”