MYOPIA
BY WALLACE RICE
As down the street he took his stroll,
He cursed, for all he is a saint.
He saw a sign atop a pole,
As down the street he took a stroll,
And climbed it up (near-sighted soul),
So he could read—and read "FRESH PAINT," ...
As down the street he took a stroll,
He cursed, for all he is a saint.