Spectacle wipes clear the fog
Allowing you to look through the smog
They're useful bits of moistened tissue
With them you couldn't have an issue;
For if, like me, your sight is mediocre
Despite being a careful and cautious non-smoker
Binoculars might seem to be the only cure
For clouded vision that is so poor;
But when you're next peering through smears
All may not be as grim as it first appears
And your bleary problem I can fix
With a little sachet (sold in boxes of 26):
So do not despair, the answer is here
To make things once again seem crystal clear
Yes, restore your vision to cherry ripe
With a quick rub from a spectacle wipe.
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