Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?

LADY, LADY, STANDING THERE
WITH YOUR TOOTHLESS GRIN 
AND YOUR MATTED HAIR

IT ISN'T YOU.


Mirror, Mirror swinging on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?

LADY., LADY STANDING NIGH
WITH YOUR HAIRY NOSE
AND YOUR ONE BROWN EYE,

IT ISN'T YOU.


Mirror, Mirror sliding off the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?

LADY, LADY IT MUST BE CLEAR,
WITH YOUR SAGGING CHEST
AND COPIOUS REAR,

IT ISN'T YOU.


Mirror, Mirror on the floor
Tell me now or speak no more
WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?

LADY, LADY DON'T DO ME IN
BUT WITH YOUR CAMEL'S BREATH
AND LUMPY SKIN,

IT JUST ISN'T YOU.

Mirror, Mirror smashed and battered,
where do you want your pieces scattered,
With my bat wings in the hall
OR UNDER MY NEW MIRROR ON THE WALL?


(c)This poem remains the copyright 
of Jazmine Schoenmaker.1999