I’m having renovations

They’ve been going on for years

 

First of all it was my teeth

And then it was my ears,

And now it comes as no surprise

I’ve renovations to my eyes.

 

I’d always thought a cataract

Was a quite large waterfall

And now I find it’s but a blot

Upon the eyesight that I’ve got.                    

My surgeon really is a whiz –

In nothing flat he’s done the biz.

 

One down, another one to go,

With drops four times a day.

It will be great, I know I’ll feel

When things are on an even keel.

There’ll be no reason for the blues

For eyes, like ears, come just in twos.