Poem -
I'll tell her
I look across the room,
Whys that old woman looking at me?
I'll stand my ground,
You just wait and see.
I'll stand here and glare,
But she grimaced right back!
Look at the state of her hair,
She's so unfit and fat.
Every time I turn around,
She's at it again,
Her eyes fixed intently,
On me remain.
I've had enough,
So over I go,
Oh what a shock!
It's a mirror you know
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Comments
Funny write surprise ending
Angel
Thank you
I always see a quite surprising good looking gentlemen looking at me?
On that we are both in total agreement and a very distinguished one Greg x
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great poem you should find and read my poem called THE WISH I wrote May 4 2017 I think you will like it
I found that poem. It was great, your right, you definitely have to be careful what you wish for. Because as my mum used to say....... you just might get it x