I have nothing against your left eye,

it is the pupil that you know will

pass its eleven plus

and go onwards to University

and despite falling in love

with many a pretty girl,

all mysterious and from a foreign field,

the pupil will become a good egg,

concentrate mostly on the study at hand

and leave with honours,

the gratitude of the pool table

and the smiles of the women

as a reminder of what it was to have

a good eye.