I was walking in the store,
My missus by my side.
She was looking at clothes,
I was looking disinterested.
When all at once I saw him,
This man some yards away.
There is a good looking young man,
I thought.
We approached each other,
And with each step he changed.
He got older,
And wider.
And all at once I crashed into the mirror.
I really must go to Specsavers!