When I look in the mirror,
I don't like what I see.
That haggard old crone,
Is that really me?
When I look in the mirror,
I see more than one chin.
I look slightly better,
If I give a wide grin.
When I look in the mirror,
My waistline's still growing.
My hair looks so dull,
Once fair locks were flowing.
When I look in the mirror,
I give such a glare.
It's hard to believe,
That's me standing there.
When I look in the mirror,
In my posh local store,
It makes me look thinner,
That new me, I adore.
Now when I look in the mirror,
I like what I see.
The face lift's done wonders
Though it wasn't for free.
But when I look in the mirror,
Was it worth all the pain?
In five years or so,
I'll need doing again!
A contest entry
- Laughter For The Soul by kjfergus.
450 points, ended December 11, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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you are hard on yourself you have a lovely smile..worth everything good luck xx peter
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Heh. If only all that facial work didn't have to be done over and over, huh?
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I really enjoyed reading this piece of poetry. Your rhythm and rhyme were very good, the emotion was very touching and it was humorous, great job on this!
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awsome untill the face lift part i thought you was looking at me lol well done ann i loved it xxx cheeky xxx
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