No work that night, a chance for us
To get a little amorous.
I wouldn’t usually “kiss and tell”
But things were going very well;
I’d stroked her neck, caressed her thigh –
But then she poked me in the eye!
An accident it was, she said;
She’d only meant to stroke my head.
My mood had suffered by that juncture
Something of a fatal puncture:
Libido, sadly, is no match
For corneas that nails scratch.
A sudden jab, an eye that stings,
Are not the most erotic things.
“Look on the bright side”, people say:
At least I got more sleep that way.
