Mirror, mirror
on the wall
Do you have to tell it all?
Where do you get the glaring right
To make my clothes look just too tight?
I think Im fine but I can see
you wont cooperate with me;
The way you let the shadows play
Youd think my hair was getting gray
Whats that, you say? A double chin?
No, thats the way the light comes in;
If you persist in peering so
Youll confiscate my facial glow,
And then if youre not hanging straight
Youll tell me next Im gaining weight;
Im really quite upset with you
For giving this distorted view;
I hate you being smug and wise –
O, look whats happened to my thighs!
I warn you now, O mirrored wall,
Since were not on speaking terms at all,
If I look like this in my new jeans
Youll find yourself in smithereens!