A Mirror Image

A Mirror Image With my big mouth blowing in the breeze Someone said shut it would you please Why is it that you are not very bright? And of everything start to loose sight. Like winding up on a dead end street Always though what seemed so neat Is if my mailbox put in a mousetrap And my postal person had a mishap. Stole newspapers from off of a porch Burned them up by applying a torch And am not sure what it could cost My money in stock market was lost. Learned a few tricks of the trade After up my bed was all now made When I laid candy on my each sheet Did have dreams which were so sweet. Lastly, while it had been Halloween Was in costume looking old and mean Stared in mirror and what I saw Looked just like my mother in law. James Hilarious Nefarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet