LACY...A Limerick

Oh me oh my,

Lacy cried and cried,

She wanted to die,

Because of that guy,

That poked out her eye,

How will I ever be the same?

Will anyone know my name?

Will it affect my fame?

Why am I maimed?

Lacy cried and cried,

Until she got off that ride,

Looked at her patch with pride,

Used it to get a new guy,

A new place up high,

Full of pride,

Until he poked out,

Her other eye.

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