Phyllis Babcock Poet Rhyme

The Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
I don't know me at all

Whose face is that I see
What--you say it's me

Mirror mirror on the wall
Can you happen to recall

Why my face changed it's form
It is way beyond the norm

Mirror mirror on the wall
give me an answer do not stall

I asked you a question -tell me no lies
Why am I in total disquise

Mirror mirror on the wall
Now be a real nice doll

Change me back to who I am
My reflection is just a scam

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reverse it all.

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Andrea Dietrich November 29, 2011 at 11:14 PM Those damn mirrors, we need to just throw the bums out!!! I enjoyed this read. Phyllis Babcock November 30, 2011 at 9:11 AM thanks Andrea

Elizabeth Wesley November 29, 2011 at 6:04 PM Hey Phyl, are you talking about me again? Hard to put up with what we have to look at as we get older. You do inject some fun in the process though! Phyllis Babcock November 30, 2011 at 9:10 AM Yeah those wrinkle lines and grey hairs just won't reverse themselves

Bob Quigley November 29, 2011 at 10:20 AM Once had a bearded friend who said he shaved it off once and found an old man back there. I guess we just have to live with it. Funny write.

Tony Lane November 29, 2011 at 10:10 AM If only..... Good one Phyllis.