Rozina

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who in town is prettiest of all

\"Not you\" said mirror instantly

\"Prettiest of course is Mrs B\"

Mrs B is Mrs Beasly

I think letter \'l\' should be letter \'t\'

She is now my greatest foe

I would love for her to go

She complained to all and sundry

Said my guitar playing is lousy

Said my voice is screeching high

Made her head ache, my oh my

I tried to sing at a lower alto

But I sound much better as soprano

I must admit, to hit a high note

I do sound like a bleating goat

She next complained about my curry

Said it smelled so very smelly

Oops, what fell in was old anchovy

As I was busy with my poetry

Then said I was beastly to her cat

Fat Cat Wally on my wall he sat

Though he looks at me with disdain

I always greet him, again and again

Now I have just had my hair done

\"Lovely mum\" said my favourite son

Mirror if you now fill me with gloom

I\'ll banish you to the back store room!

I read in a magazine that when women look into a mirror, they will inevitably find something wrong with their image; whereas men looking at themselves will think \'hmm not bad at all\'.

My neighbour is a lovely lady but my cooking, guitar playing and singing leave much to be desired.