My glasses are spectacular, don’t you think?
Before I got them, I couldn’t see a wink.
It made me start to wonder, how they ever got invented
by some poor sod who couldn’t see, and that drove him demented.
So he stared in sorrow at his glass cup in the morning,
held it up into the light, as he screamed out a warning,
‘I am gonna throw this, I am sick of being blind!’
and hesitated just as it had crossed his clever mind,
that this glass was the cure for sight,
the technique he must find.
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