My Consolation

'Nay; I don't need a hearing aid' I told Mama-in-law; 'For if I had I'd be afraid Of your eternal jaw; Although at me you often shout, I'm undisturbed; To tell the truth I can't make out A single word.' And it's the same with others who Attempt to gab at me; I listen to their point of view And solemnly agree. To story stale and silly joke Stone deaf's my ear; Each day a dozen stupid folk I fail to hear. So silence that should be my grief Is my escape and shield; From spiteful speech and base relief My aural sense is sealed. And in my cosy cot of peace I close the door. Praising the gods for rich relief From fool and bore.