Malvika's Ramblings

Eye-rene

If I had 1 eye
I'd use it two times over.
Put it in her soap dish
Bounce with the rubber ducky.
Slip it down the door knocker
To the keyhole below
Hanging by an optical nerve
Stretched rubberbandily low
Would set it on a tray at the chicken shop
Rest with all the heads
Stare eye to dead eye
Avoid all the pricking pointy beaks
And protect my punctureable retina film
That sheath between the world
And my I
My private eye
My only one
Mind you.