Rachel Preston Poet Rhyme

Contact Lens

Poised on the end of your finger tip, you open your eyelid wide,
it pops straight onto your iris and you barely even tried.
When it comes to removing it, it’s an entirely different ball game,
you gently try to slide it out and almost end up maimed. 
Why is it something that is so thin, can feel like a brick,
and why can’t you find it when on your eyeball it did stick?

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Jan Allison July 18, 2015 at 7:43 PM I can relate to this one too Rachel. I can vividly remember trying out contact lenses at the local optician - i almost passed out the first time I tired to do it myself I ended up feeling a real numpty and took a box of chocolates in for them the next day lol:-) hugs Jan xx