No More Mirror Mirror On the Wall
You crack me up the old crone said
She is cranky and crabby, and splinters into pieces
Unless you act irritated and distraught
She lives for that
The mirror turned around and flashed her
Showing its bare bottom side
She shrieked and screamed, but with delight
Ruining it for the mirror
What do you want now? The mirror asked.
She knew, but she always had to ask.
“Who is the wittiest of them all?” the hag asked.
Bats flew out and gave her a smack on her cheek.
The mirror was not surprised.
She knew there were bats somewhere in her belfry.
The bats chased the crone off,
No more "mirror mirror on the wall" for her.
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