The Face
I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And looked in the mirror
To face the living dead!
When I opened my eyes
To have another peak
I swear I'd been replaced
By a complete and utter freak!
Hair all on end
As though I'd had a shock
Looking like a birds nest
For an entire flock!
Eyes all red and weary
With dark circles and some bags
Looking much worse
Than an old street full of hags!
My skin was gray and blotchy
With teenage zits galore
And I decided there and then
“I'm leaving the house no more.”
But after major surgery
And a mud pack for my face
I felt that I was semi fit
To join the human race
But a caution here is needed
The effects are only tempo-rary
For once again tomorrow morning
I'll be looking rather scary!!
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