Maybe It's a True Story
There was once a girl named K
Who always seemed to play
She drank and smoked
And liked to poke
On almost every day.
One night she did the same
She drank, she smoke, she became quite lame
And in one instant
And with much insistence
Her eye was set aflame.
Before she thought her eye would burst
She reached down into her nearby purse.
Ol' K grabbed some eyedrops to
Squirt some of that slimy goo
Into her eyes and rid the curse.
Alas that drop was not
Something that was sought
To place in the eyes
And remove all of the sighs
And restore her to a normal lot.
You see, my friend
Those drops did not tend.
Instead, it was more like a glue
A very tacky super goo.
That did nothing for the eyes to mend.
But those drops did send
Poor K to rend
The eyelashes and cornea off.
Of course, the doctors scoffed
As well as her friends.
In the end her eye turned red,
While she went to her bed
She laughed at best she could
Knowing that she did no good
Putting that drop on her head.