Mirror, Mirror





Mirror, mirror on the wall

 Do you have to tell it all?

 Where do you get the glaring right

 To make my clothes look just too tight?

 I think I'm fine but I can see

 you won't cooperate with me;

 The way you let the shadows play

 You'd think my hair was getting gray

 What's that, you say? A double chin?

 No, that's the way the light comes in;

 If you persist in peering so

 You'll confiscate my facial glow,

 And then if you're not hanging straight

 You'll tell me next I'm gaining weight;

 I'm really quite upset with you

 For giving this distorted view;

 I hate you being smug and wise ~

 O, look what's happened to my thighs!

 I warn you now, O mirrored wall,

  Since we're not on speaking terms at all,

If I look like this in my new jeans

  You'll find yourself in smithereens!

(author unknown>




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