Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Rozina

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.

 

  • Author: Rozina (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2022 03:07
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Paul Bell

    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.

  • Rozina

    You’re saying you’re not taking her out if she’s cute and sexy? Friends!!
    Thanks for offering.

    • Paul Bell

      I know a guy. lol

    • dusk arising

      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.

      • Rozina

        Won’t mention mirrors anymore! Thank you.

      • spilleronsheet

        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…..

        • Rozina

          Thank you so much.

        • L. B. Mek

          '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...!)

          • Rozina

            Haha! Not jealous at all! Thank you.

          • Doggerel Dave

            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?

          • Rozina

            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.

          • Goldfinch60

            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

            • Rozina

              Thank you.

            • Neville


              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 ... 🙂

            • Rozina

              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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