(Upon returning a pair of sunglasses to a lovely lady who dropped them.)
To think! These glasses will embrace
Her brow, her head, her lovely face!
Would that I could spend all day
Pressed to her countenance this way!
Oh, unfeeling plastic glass
That clingeth to this comely lass,
I fain would put thee on the shelf
And make a spectacle of myself!
Bill Dowey
