Walking In The Store.

Goldfinch60



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!

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2025 01:56
  • Category: Humor
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  • Michael Edwards

    Happens to me most mornings - usually before I'm dressed - must stop the wine - my belly is getting worse.

    • Goldfinch60

      That belly has cost a lot of money Michael as mine has. LOL

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Oh lol, good write Gold.

    • arqios

      Now this couldn’t be made up; I’ve got scars on my forehead to prove it! 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Goldfinch60

        So true arqios, thank you.

        Andy

        • arqios

          You’re welcome Andy🙏🏻🕊️

        • sorenbarrett

          Ah Gold I found that my vision was fading some time back and it can lead to mistaken identity. A fun read.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you soren, much appeciated.

            Andy

          • Teddy.15

            LOL 😂 that must have been some beautiful mirror 🪞 🤓

            • Goldfinch60

              It was Teddy before I walked into it. LOL

              Andy

            • David Wakeling

              I know the feeling. Fun poem. Well done mi amigo.

              • Goldfinch60

                Most kind David, thank you.

                Andy

              • Poetic Licence

                How we remember how we used to be, very funny read.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Yes, wishful thinking Tobani.

                  Andy

                  • Poetic Licence

                    You are very welcome

                  • Neville



                    even tho' I can still see for yards, or thereabouts, it happens all the time 😎

                    • Goldfinch60

                      It certainly seems to Neville, we just have to live with it.

                      Andy

                    • Doggerel Dave

                      "Mirror Mirror on the wall who is..... that? Couldn't be anyone else but Andy who sometimes pushes a quick funny between his romantic sonnets. Good light relief, Andy.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        So very kinf Dave, thank you.

                        Andy

                        • Doggerel Dave

                          Kinf?? 'Spose you gotta vary the response sometimes, Andy....☺️

                          • Goldfinch60

                            Oops. So kind. 🤣😂🤣

                            Andy

                            • Doggerel Dave

                              Killing me with kindness.......I'll find a way 'afore I go.....!!!

                            • John Prophet

                              Cracked me up. 😂

                              • Goldfinch60

                                I hope you get back together John. LOL

                                Andy

                              • MendedFences27

                                There's always a few inches and tens of pounds between our self-image and the mirror's truth. It happens all the time. I chuckled with this one. - Phil A.

                                • Goldfinch60

                                  Very true Phil, If I made you chuckle my job is done. Thank you.

                                  Andy

                                • Cassie58

                                  So funny Andy. Watch those mirrors!

                                  • Goldfinch60

                                    Thank you Cassie, I will watch out for them.

                                    Andy



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