Magical Glass
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Hey, guess what I discovered. It's really a gas,
the most extraordinary kind of magical glass.
I gazed at it this morning, and what did I see,
but the funniest guy, who looked nothing like me.
With bags under his eyes, and in need of a shave,
this guy didn't seem to know how to behave.
When I approached closely to get a better view,
we painfully collided, and then I came to.
What a knucklehead, is all I have to say.
When I backed off, that chicken went the other way.
That glorified bozo matched my every move.
He must've been trying to get into my groove.
I've carefully studied the strange beasts' comportment.
He's somewhat limited in the brains department.
I try to be friendly. I try to be affable,
to the creature who is eminently laughable,
but his opinions are closed up. He's blind as a bat.
Too bad he lacks my perception to know where it's at.
Hey, it comes with instructions. I'll have to review:
"look into this glass and you will see the real you."
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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