Mirror Mirror on the wall

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
Can't you show me tall and slim? 
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
Must I look so bloody grim? 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
You're distorting my poor waist! 
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
And why the heck am I defaced? 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
Why have I a double chin? 
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
And what's the stupid, goofy grin? 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
Pointless asking ‘Who’s the fairest? – 
More bloody likely, 'Who’s the queerest? ’
Now look, I paid a big bucks for thee, 
So why can’t you be nice to me? 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 
Who’s the fairest of them all? 
Me, you say? Ah, that's better – 
Mirror, mirror, bloody fibber



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009