Mirror mirror on the wall
Why the hell am I so tall?
Or why the hell are you so low
That I've to double up, to settle my brow?
When I look at you straight , I see my knees.
I can admire my shoes with consummate ease.
On them shoe polish I can easily anoint.
But that, my mirror, isn't your point.
To see my face I have to lift you.
But you are heavy and I have but two
Hands, which, when thus employed
Can't settle my hair, leaving me annoyed.
So dear mirror, since you are low
You certainly have to go.
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Tried mounting it somewhere high?
ReplyDeleteOh my friend, I can but sigh!
ReplyDeleteSuch are the laws the world works by
We resort to anger, tears and lies
But never ever do we realise
There exists the proverbial pinch of salt
Or we're the ones who are at fault.
Try shaving off your hair
ReplyDeleteno problem once it's all bare
The poem is not just what you see
ReplyDeleteLook deeper, I implore.
I wrote it and if you ask me
It means a trifle more.
Anonymous doesn't seem to appreciate your poetry
ReplyDeletePerhaps we should tie him to a banyan tree
And strip him to his bare bottom
And spank him till we rot him
Maybe then he shall reveal his true identity
Yeah to question my authority he does dare
ReplyDeleteHe also has no trouble with "it" being bare
We can infer from it, whatever we want
So let us, his dreams, forever haunt.