A diminutive detachment of double-quick-drafted ditties… to thank the wonderful people at Dr C P Grey Opticians for being so friendly and considerate.
A helpful opticians named Greys Took all of my glasses to glaze: As, transpiring with age, My view of the page Is blurred, like a work of Monet’s.
I need quite a large range of specs As my long and short sight are both wrecks: So some are for local; My best – varifocal – Can see, though, the tick and T Rex.
I have goggles for typing and Tweeting, And others for reading and eating. The former are focused At a tad further locus; The latter are much nearer meeting.
My eyewear for outside must fade, Or at least be a much darker shade: As I can’t face the light When it’s overly bright; But at night I can unbarricade.
Making a spectacle of myself… – or something….
