The companion poem to Ode To Better Sight

“Men never make passes at girls that wear glasses”,

So Dorothy Parker said.

But spectacles vs. a contact lens?

I’d rather be comfy than dead!

Trying to put in a contact lens,

Is akin to putting a brick in my eye,

And I find myself thinking, if this is for ‘looks’,

I really must ask myself why!

The minute my finger approaches my face,

My eyes begin to redden and water,

Flinch, panic or hyperventilate,

I feel like a lamb to the slaughter.

Besides, glasses have become a fashion hit,

Thanks to Messrs Gucci and Zeiss,

So instead of feeling underdressed in them,

I now feel awful nice!