My dad, he wears glasses - a poem by Tony Pettengell

My dad, he wears glasses
He wears them on his head
And when he goes to sleep at night
He keeps them by the bed.


He takes them in a case to work
He brings them back at night
He cleans them with a small blue cloth
To keep them shiny bright.


My dad, he wears glasses
But not so he can see
They’re on his head…
Or by the bed.

But never
Are his glasses ever
Perched upon his nose.
It could be that his glasses have no glass in I
suppose.


Glasses poem by the multi-talented Tony Pettengell, pictured wearing Benson and Ashley 0BA004, complete with lenses.