He looks in the mirror,
And sees his reflection.
His eyes, nose and cheeks,
He has much affection.
He stands to one side.
And, strikes a quick pose.
Flexes his muscles,
Points up his smart nose.
Turns to the left,
Turns to the right.
Tells himself proudly,
“What a handsome sight.”
Runs his fingers,
Through his short hair,
Twists and looks behind,
To flex his derrière.
Thinks to himself,
What a great invention.
For the inventor of the mirror,
There’ll be a place in heaven.
He thinks, “Love is Grand.
And, Good looks do help.”
This guy’s in love,
In love with himself.
One might argue,
He’s just a narcissist.
Thinks he’s just perfect,
And, oh so marvelous.
Another point of view,
He’s a self-assured being.
A lot of self-confidence,
With a healthy self-esteem.
He’d say, if no one tells you,
And, compliments you lack,
Look at your reflection.
Pat yourself on the back.