Blinded Poem by Sally Rhymes

Oh, you thought I wouldn't notice
You're restless little hands
Your fickle little mind

Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind

Oh, your darting little eyes
You think that I don't see
Stupid, I'm defined

Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind

You keep me on a little string
But you wish for bounty
Heedless, and unkind

Yes, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind

Capricious little thing I am
Left without a trace
Just that way inclined

No, sir
No, sir
Sir, I'm all but blind