I went back to work, though still with a cold
Because the boss had made me feel guilty
The morning before, when, again, I called
To say I wasn’t well yet (truthfully)
So, no Jeremy Kyle over coffee
But walking to work, mercifully mild
Conditions prevailing. I had to see
The optician after work. I had dialled
Them asking for a new sight test; I told
Them that my sight had got worse on my hols
But that turned out to be illusory
You just notice it more when you’re embroiled
In strange situations. Eye drops were rolled
Into my orbs; now I can barely see!
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