GLASSES

Dearest pair of eyes-number-two,
I hate how I can’t do without you;
how you won’t let me read lying down,
and push yourself up and out as if you’d drown;
then fall onto my side and cross your arms in anger,
submitting me to your whims and fancies and temper!

You get dusty in a matter of minutes,
(for of course I’ll always be ready for cleaning service!)
Don’t even get me started on how you slide, tickling my nose,
think you’re doing me a favour? Er – NOT EVEN CLOSE!
Learn to sit straight and in your place,
I’m doing enough by keeping you ON MY FACE!

Stop taking advantage of my fear of lenses,
never forget, you’re only an artificial pair of senses!
If you start abusing your power and continue playing these games,
know that I won’t shop for those lovely new frames!
So be a good pair of glasses, and take heed,
for we both know you’re my dearest (and direst) need!

© Isha Garg

Doodle by Isha Garg