Posted in Humor, Prose

My Glasses

Olly Olly Oxen Free?


Nope, then perhaps

Marco Polo, Marco Polo?


Come out, Come out

wherever you are?


Ever had that happen, glasses running

away with the milkman?


Or was that someone else?

I hope they make beautiful dairy products



Now, where were those darn glasses?

probably making a spectacle of themselves…..





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