Peacock Cyclops
He was the peacock cyclops, all big-headed and such.
When asked what women thought, they said “not much”.
He had a mirror where he spent ten hours a day.
He was too stuck on his reflection to take a job with pay.
He is always broke, the women said, with a shrug.
Sure, he is shapely, and charming and has a big mug.
But he spends his whole time admiring himself in a mirror.
They did not date him, or even get close, or even near.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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