John's Glass Eye

John don't see well in the evenings
Because of his one glass eye
That he got just as Martha was leaving
Shot him instead of saying goodbye
Though the door took the brunt of the buckshot
It scattered on the right of his face
He was blind to the traveling clothes she'd bought
When she caught him down at Lucy's place
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