I prefer to forget both pairs of glasses and pass my declining years saluting strange women and grandfather clocks.

"No matter how deep and dark your pit, how dank your shroud,
Their heads are heroically unbloody and unbowed."

"The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary, two;
Or else the other way around.
I'm never sure. Are you?"

"The song of canaries
Never varies,
And when they're moulting
They're pretty revolting."

"Indoors or out, no one relaxes
In March, that month of wind and taxes,
The wind will presently disappear,
The taxes last us all the year."