Cross- eyed Charlie feels dismayed, his upper eyelids tend to bag, He hasn't been upon a jag, His favourite drink is lemonade, How can he expect to pick up, when he cannot eat his breakfast, He cannot even get an egg past His diaphragm without a hiccup, As onward to his club he toddles, He can't see straight, The pavement wheels in circles and his poor brain fails, As if inside his skull it wobbles...
Remedy Pls..




