Framed
Saw some funky glasses
But I couldn’t quite decide.
I liked two styles, but should I let
The salesclerk be my guide?
I hemmed and hawed and tried them on
Again and then once more.
I needed someone else’s eyes
To really know the score.
I’d planned to meet my husband
So at last when he did show,
I alternately tried each pair
To see which way he’d go.
Turns out the clerk was right as rain
And even I agreed;
At last from all my indecision
I was finally freed.
But here’s a little postscript
With a cool ironic twist.
Those specs were really special
And not easy to resist.
And so the other glasses
Never made it to the shelf.
My husband tried them on and yes,
He bought them for himself!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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