Eye… Eye… Eye by David R. Morgan

Today, I had a very very big surprise;

Uncle Eric left me eight eyes!

I’ve just collected them, from his strangely painted house,

Stored between a fake salami sandwich and an exploding mouse!

 

Uncle Eric always was the life and soul

Of every family party; he would roll

A glass eye along the floor and shout:

‘Hey Fiona, yours has fallen out!’

 

Uncle’s eyes are a funny hue;

Mottled greens and brilliant blues.

The one he slipped in people’s drinks,

Is flecked with veins of pale pink.

 

His Will said that I must keep

All eight. Do you want a peep?

Yes? All right! But do not feel

Them very hard, for one is real!

 

by David R. Morgan

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