MIRROR, MIRROR ( a poem to make you giggle)
Mirror mirror on the wall do you have to tell it all? Where do you get the glaring light to make my clothes look just too tight?
I think I'm fine but I can see you won't cooperate with me. The way you let the shadows play you'd think my hair was turning grey.
What's that you say, a double chin? No that's the way the light comes in. If you persist in peering so you'll confiscate my facial glow.
And then if you're not hanging straight you'll tell me next I'm gaining weight I'm really quite upset with you for giving this distorted view.
I hate you being so smug and wise. Oh look what's happened to my thighs! I warn you now oh mirrored wall since we're not on speaking terms at all If I look like this in my new jeans you'll find yourself in smitherines!
Now the noisy winds are still; April's coming up the hill! All the Spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain; Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter! . . . . All things ready with a will, April's coming up the hill!