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.
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Would you like me to take Mrs B out for you? I could pop in with the guitar case, and you know the rest. In saying that, how cute is Mrs B.
You’re saying you’re not taking her out if she’s cute and sexy? Friends!!
Thanks for offering.
I know a guy. lol
Dont mention mirrors near me.... the damn things are either lieing to me or haunted by my dad...... do you ever see your parents reflected in your mirrored face?
You're right, mirrors deserve our distain.
Won’t mention mirrors anymore! Thank you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
And you made my mind sing this all
The mirror wastes my time
Sometimes calling me pretty
Sometimes teasing me as a panda instead
To the mirror on wall
I say i wont show you my face at all
I just loved your take on the mirror dear Rozina…..
Thank you so much.
'Fat Cat Wally on my wall he sat
Though he looks at me with disdain
I always greet him, again and again'..
this was so much fun to read!
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
(and men say 'not bad'
because they're never looking
just acting out
our automated, way of life
devoid of fully engaging
sensuality traits and intuitive feelings..
do not be jealous, of our inherited ignorance
much better to live life, braving
the raw emotionality of existence
than stifling everything, beneath
archaic macho, obstinacy...!)
Haha! Not jealous at all! Thank you.
You must work on a positive relationship with your mirror. Luckily this is not too complicated - smile and your party in the mirror will smile back in the most engaging way.
So Fat Cat Wally is still around then?
My smile is frozen on my face when I look at that mirror! Yes Fat Cat Wally is still around, as disdainful as ever. Thank you.
Good fun write Rozina, as dusk said, I often see my father when I look in a mirror, I only hope that I have done him proud.
Andy
Thank you.
You are so very good at these autobiographical self disclosure sharing poems ....................
p.s If Mrs. B get on ya wick, I know a good hitman who might be able to help .. he owes me a few favours too so it wont cost nowt ... 🙂
Paul Bell had offered to take Mrs B out for me, but he also asked whether she’s cute! Thank you!
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