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.