An Ode To Fixed Glasses! Poem by Jay Porter

One day, my glasses broke
An old companion
I cherished it's company.
An old screw stripped from the place it slept
And fell free.

I could only assume it was tired of my dull and fixed frame
That means it broke my glasses, not my fault, just a shame
Onto the floor my glasses fell
A story I will pass and always tell,

Along came the tiny toothpick! In search of a home.
The tip of the tiny toothpick came and conquered
There was no battle, only short victory
He had made his home in the hole where the screw should be.
The Screwdriver, sadly, couldn't agree but the toothpick couldn't care less.

He was strong, he was fearless
The glasses were fixed, I was happy.
The screwdriver, on the other hand, pushed and pulled
It strained until it snapped.

The toothpick, once again, claimed victory!
His home was safe, where remains in my glasses
Where he shall forever be
For all of eternity
(Or until I get a new pair of glasses)