Once I met a pretty girl
Who thought the very world of me
Her beauty was a poem by Keats
Her smile radiant with gleaming teeth
Her hair soft as fragrant silk
Her smiling eyes dark as ink
All went well, with my sparkling prize
Until she went to test her eyes
Now she wares thick leansed glasses
And our poor love just never lasted
“You know” one day she said to me
“I was so surprised how poor I could see,
and just how ugly you are my sweet,
so pack your bags and hit the street”
Now woe is me of the ugly kind
I yearn for a love that is truly blind
