The Vacant Eye

Blinded as a child, by a rock thrown at my eye The pain was great, I'd demonstrate, but I'd hate to make you cry I found a marble on the street and figured it would do Popped it in that vacancy so I could stare at you Now 'scuse me sir, it's rude to gawk at someone else's head even if my real eye's green and the other crimson red. Beggar's can't be choosers, that's what I've always known This shiny red is better still than just plain hollow bone Now turn away and eat your soup you perfect featured fellow Be glad your eyes are real and match- They could be blue and yellow...