Saturday, 9 August 2014

Have a Poem

 Be warned, though, it's quite old.

Life Through A Contact Lens

This morning I woke up,
And I thought, ‘I can see!’,
It was the perfect miracle,
Well, at least for me.

No more glasses here,
No more contacts either,
Which is a good thing really,
My eyes could use a breather.

Then I went to the bathroom,
Marvelling at my luck,
I grinned and looked in the mirror,
And then, what else? ‘fuck’.

At myself I swore and cursed,
I’d committed an eye care sin, 
'What did you do?' I hear you ask,
I’d left my contacts in.

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