There are tales that I've heard that are simply absurd,
And are often quite hard to tell straight,
But there are just a few that are known to be true,
And of one, I choose now, to relate.
'Tis of Cheryl, I speak, and her shot to look chic,
With a cool pair of shades on her face,
But her pride took a blow, when, with family in tow,
She set off into town at a pace.
In her bustle and haste, Cheryl somehow misplaced
The dark glass from just one of her eyes,
And she looked quite the lark, but was still in the dark,
For she hadn't quite noticed her guise.
But her whole family had, and with prompting from dad,
There were sniggers and giggles galore,
Till she gave them a shot, (for her temper was hot)
And she just couldn't stand any more.
What are you looking at? Cheryl hollered and spat,
As she turned on her cackling crew,
But her brood wouldn't bend, till their dad, in the end,
Let her in on the joke they all knew.
Woman, why can't you see, while you're glaring at me
That you've only got one eye glass in?
Can't you tell by the light that one's day and one's night?
Get a grip! ribbed her man with a grin.
Now we know Cheryl's tough, but she'd had quite enough,
And she still didn't share in the joke,
For she'd been had before, and she had to make sure,
So she gave her bare eye quite a poke.
Well the curses they heard would have turned milk to curd,
As poor Cheryl let loose with a howl,
For the prod to her head had her eye runny red,
And the air tinged with blue from oaths foul.
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Now the glasses she wears are all good, sturdy pairs,
For her shades have a less trendy use,
As she only buys specs, after rigorous checks,
To make sure that the glass won't come loose.
Stringybark