(With apologies to Ogden Nash)

 

Morning has

come, the sun has

ris,

I wonder where

my glasses is,

Disappearing like

socks in the wash,

Beneath cushions,

beds, and sofas, 

Smirking at my

frenzied search,

Glasses is asses!

 

-Eleanor Kidd

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