Bad Poetry at Its Best
This poem always makes me laugh. Lillian E. Curtis penned this bit of encouragement sometime during the 1870s. A lesson useful for just about... nothing in my life. Enjoy!
Only One Eye
by Lillian E. Curtis
Oh! she was a lovely girl,
So pretty and so fair,
With gentle, lovelit eyes,
And wavy, dark-brown hair.
I loved the gentle girl,
But oh! I heaved a sigh,
When first she told me she could see
Out of only one eye.
But soon I thought within myself,
I'd better save my tear and sigh,
To bestow upon some I know,
Who has more than one eye.
She is brave and intelligent,
Too she is witty and wise,
She'll accomplish more now, than many,
Who have two eyes.
Ah! you need not pity her,
She needs not your tear and sigh,
She makes good use, I tell you,
Of her one remaining eye.
In the home where we are hastening,
In our eternal Home on High,
See that you be not rivaled,
By the girl with only one eye.
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