A Stigmatised Square

When I was rather little
The adults changed my glasses
And with them
All of the squares.

Squares, which had been squat and dwarfish
Suddenly, magically
Became elongated angels
Tall and elflike.

Maybe the squares were happy
But for some days I mourned the loss
Of my short, stumpy friends
Which had been everywhere.

Years later
I had a realisation
They were all really rectangles in disguise
Struck by a sudden and permanent rotation.