Specs and Dancing

28th July 2011

Spectacles and Tango
What is it with Tango and spectacles?
The ideal thing to do
Is to put in contact lenses

Bur no
Your too lazy
To do so
Or your eyes
Are not wanting them in tonight
Or you think
You want to save
Putting them in
As you are
Running out of pairs
And it's not worth it
For a couple of hours
You cheapskate

Mind you
You might be one
Of those folks
That can't abide
Contact lenses
They are fiddly
Bloody things
That sometimes hurt and sting
Especially when you didn't wash your hands
After touching that chilli
You prepared for your meal
Or that aftershave
You put on your face
Then decided
To put on your contact lenses
Without washing your hands first
Eh!?

So, what do you do?
You either
Perch them on top of your head
And live with the fear
Of them dropping
In the middle of the floor
Being trampled on
Underfoot
And looking at
Expensive replacement costs
And they are your only pair aren't they?
Silly bugger you
Or place them on the nearby table
And then forget where you had put them

Sometimes
You don't bother to take them off
Fine
Until you come across
A fella spec wearer
It's a clash of aluminium and curved glass
Both somehow getting tied together
There's no choice
Either
Contact lenses
Or no spec wearing
When dancing

Without your specs
And without your contact lenses
Life is a blur
That better sighted folks
Don't know about

Those ugly people
Suddenly look
Fuzzy and blurry
Even attractive
At a distance
But on closer inspection
Ah....

There is one trueism though about us spec wearers
It makes us look
More sophisticated
And has a certain attractiveness
That perfect sighted folks
Just will never understand...

Specs and dancing?
Nah...

~ Ken Royden, 28th July 2011