Sight Unseen

My glasses are for distance; I remove them when I read. I couldn’t drive without them, though – That much is guaranteed. Yet when I sit down for a meal, My glasses have to go. They bother me when eating, Although why, I do not know. It’s really quite annoying In a restaurant, ‘cause hey – I don’t know where to put them Where they won’t get in the way. There’s only so much table space And it seems like a pain To have them hung around my neck On some fahcocta* chain. I guess they’d rest upon my head But they’d mess up my hair. I wouldn’t feel too comfortable If they were perched up there. If I rated all my problems, This is bottom of the slate, But I’m sure that there are other Glasses-wearers who’d relate. *ridiculous