There you go again.
Strutting around in your skinny jeans
and high heels,
peeling off clothes
only to put them on again
and pout your lips at me,
expecting a response.
Well, where would you be
if I didn't give you one?
One of these days, I'm going to suddenly
go blank,
not tell you anything.
Then what will you do?
Nothing.
You'll be lost.
You won't know spots from stripes,
reds from blues,
cute and trendy from
absolutely atrocious.
Who holds the key to your style and charm?
Me.
Who knows what's fun and sexy?
Me.
I am the ultimate authority,
and there's no denying it.
After all, we all know
who's REALLY the fairest of them all.
Author notes
I don't know if I'm totally happy with this one.
It needs a bit of revision, I think.
A contest entry
- QUICKIE [Free cookies and milk] by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended June 23, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This was excellent. Your made it obvious that you were personifying a mirror without directly saying it.
The only beef I have with this is that the vocabulary is so simple. Try to spice it up with some big words. You'd be surprised how much better it makes your poems.
Other than that, this was pretty good! Thanks for entering and good luck. -
Mirror , mirror on the wall, those spiked heels wont do when your so tall, the red in the belt clashes with your handbag, you go out like that the boys will think your in drag...heh, good luck...Scott
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All spots aren't reserved yet, but I am going to let everyone who has reserved so far get a head- start.
Your prompt:
Personification of any object in your house.
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