"NOT QUITE MY STYEL"

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I have a stye.

The apple’s on my eye.

Oh why?

(Sigh)

I blame it on my London gallivants!

The tube, I’m certain takes the starring role,

The filthy wind, dust, dirt – sure takes its toll.

Whether travelling from north to south, low to high,

Take my advice, keep shut that eye!

Here is no place to wink at a stranger,

Unless you wish to flirt with danger.

Whether it be the Circle line, the Jubilee,

Just make sure you’ll continue to see!

Don those glasses, dark or reading,

Or else you might find yourself pleading,

Guilty of not thinking before blinking,

Recalling ‘…what a pity! I used to be pretty’,

Whilst sinking

Into London’s underground, east or west bound,

What does it matter?

It shall be Golden Eye that you’ll take for your mound.

A hot compress you shall require.

Or else the consequences could be dire.

And ‘Keep an eye on it’ you will be told,

Phase one, phase two – the rest will unfold.

Meanwhile do not worry that your eyes are the windows to your soul,

It’s important you don’t reach for your mascara, nor your kohl.

Lastly, take extra special care when minding the gap,

It is your confidence that your stye would not wish to sap.

So onwards and upwards back to street level,

Tomorrow’s a new day and oh how you’ll revel,

in the return of your vision without an incision!

if you heed my advice – without thinking twice.

…It’s your decision!