Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes

Ladies, whose bright eyes illuminate the city,
Blinding us who fare along the city streets,
May I voice a plea, briefly, in a ditty
Fashioned in a way unknown to Keats?

When the light from you scintillates and glimmers,
" Ladies, whose bright eyes " are either blue or brown,
Don't you sort of think you ought to use your dimmers
While you're in the limits of the town?
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