Sunday, 1 June 2014

Where's My Glasses?

Eyesight's to see inflicting pain
Sore views in visual mist
Of such degree your visibility
Demands a local oculist

Our mate Dave he's known for this
He can deal with lazy peepers
Will dissipate your maculate
That flicked your watchful orbs to sleepers

Without a doubt your ophthalmist
His grinding skill will make amends
Will realign your panorama
Of your scrutinising lens

I think I can see the problem

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