Distortions
In the Hall of Mirrors,
What do I see?
A distorted image, can that be me?
I can look tall, with a gigantic head,
Or have big feet, as heavy as lead.
Tiny hands and the most extended face,
A stomach so fat, I can't see my feet,
To lace,
My shoes have long turned-up toes,
They are long enough to pick my nose,
Ever-changing images I see
I do not recognise one of them that resembles me! (Thank God!)
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