Only recently, I realised,
I'm in dire need of glasses;
And so I got myself a pair,
joining the peering masses.
They really do become me,
I look thoughful, don't you think?
But my little son is laughing,
He is really tickled pink.
He says I look like HeadTeacher,
with laughter in his eyes;
He says I now look older,
quite dignified and wise.
I misplace my precious spectacles,
each and every day;
In a strangely and mysterious,
most spectacular way.
Sometimes, they're by the stove,
getting gently, slowly, broiled;
Sometimes, they're by the basin,
Wet but not yet spoiled.
One day, they disappeared,
They vanished in thin air;
I prayed to St.Anthony,
but he didn't hear my prayer.
My husband's quite the dude,
His glasses cost the earth;
I daren't even glance at them,
I know what they are worth.
And so, I was quite perplexed,
when he offered them to me;
Just ten minutes, mind you,
to help me read and see.
Everything was clear to me;
Then suddenly I knew;
I finally saw the world,
from his lofty point of view.
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