Blind As A Bat Poem by Catherine Habbie

Blind as a bat
In the early morn
Watch my eyes
Look all forlorn

They look in the distance
But cannot see
What's really near
And dear to me

My lorgnette is all foggy
I need to wipe it clean
It's frosted all over
Nothing can be seen

Your pince-nez is crystallised
Both vital for our eyes
Together a handsome pair we seem
Waving in the air

Searching in despair
Let us come out clean
We cannot see for nought
Without that glass you bought

Blind as a bat
In a crooked tall hat
Our eyes have certainly
Better days seen

Back to carrots and greens
Only way to preen
Else visions twill have to be
Watch with eyes closed you n me