Imagine my surprise, my perplexity,
groping around the living room while seeing the bedroom before me.
Wherever I leave my glasses, I see what they see. They have abducted my vision.
Beware, junior.
I can actually have eyes in the back of my head now.
Never mind the way I blunder into things.
Hello? Hi dear.
Oh, you say i forgot my glasses on your secretary's desk?
Silly me!
(That man-stealing harlot.)
Enjoy your meatloaf.
I made it by feel and it may have some unusual ingredients.
Two forks? Pick one.
I always use the dog's dish as a salad bowl, don't I?
Well, it makes a nice change anyway.
Ah! Thank you for bringing home my eyeglasses.
Now I can read your report card, junior.
And sign these divorce papers, dear.
Just give the meatloaf to Rover.
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for Sunday Muse #194.