Know what?
You've changed.
Used to be a laugh
Now it's
Moan moan moan
And
Can't
Be
Bothered.
Everything's just
Too
Much
Trouble.
You used to be a looker.
Maybe, if you
Lose some weight
Do your hair
Buy some clothes
I might
Just
Like you
Again....
Truth hurts,
Doesn't it?
But it
Just
Had to be said.
Well.
Do something about it, then!
Right,
That bloody mirror
Can go for a start....
Mirror, mirror on the wall speak the truth and I'll put you in the bin! You could try a tinted mirror? And good poem enjoyed it! David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really good jane, made me laugh as well! x