Got a bit bored today so wrote a poem about a lad who has raisins for eyes.
There was a boy who had raisins for eyes.
He missed seeing thing things that would take him by surprise.
He would cry and sob into his pillow at night.
Wishing that one day he would wake up with sight.
His trouble's finally ceased one day at a fair.
When a bird came swooping down from out of the air.
And pecked the raisins right out of his head.
But unfortunately Tom was then found dead.
The boy with raisins for eyes had met his demise.
