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