There once was a man named Stevie.
I first saw him on the TV.
He's old and he's blind.
His music's divine.
And he wears his sunglasses at night.

One day Stevie went to the Grammy's
And the show that he gave was a wammy.
He delivered a speech.
Though he really can't see.
And they teased him on Saturday Night.

The moral of this tiny story
Is to remember Stevie's grand glory
The blind cannot read
Words from a screen
But the teleprompter's always right.

By brazen_artist