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I woke up one morning
and what did I see
a face in the mirror which wasn't me,
my nose was a ski slope 
as long as a piece of rope,
staring back at me were scary bulging eyes 
big and round as pizza pies,
a thick torso with arms heavy and plump
looking strong enough to haul boxes at the dump,
all balanced on two legs built like piano stools,
strong enough to carry a couple of mules,
a tummy as round as Santa's belly,
each time I moved it swished like jelly,
to my surprise the alarm rang loud and clear,
making me jump up in dreaded fear,
quickly I looked at my cracked mirror
glad  to discover my image was clearer,
I no longer was a grotesque figure in a nightmare,
thank goodness my looks are normal and fair.

February 24, 2017.   19 lines.
September 11, 2016

Body words used:  face, nose, eyes, torso, arms, legs

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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