Mirror-mirror on the wall...
Who's fat ego is too tall?
When i view this image so great...
I'm forever tardy-when leaving, i'm always running late.
I'm hooked on my own good looks...
I've no time to read good books.
Vanity is my one only chosen vice...
Every one else is ugly-not good looking-not nice.
Every where i travel people just stare...
In my hand i carry a mirror,
What they think?
I do not care.
I kiss the mirror whenever i can...
I just happen to be, the best looking living man!
I bet your mirror cracked up with laughter Michael! lol A great tribute to vanity. I find removing mirrors as age creeps on, does wonders for the ego! lol Laughing my beautiful! tis true! Arse off my ansum, my beauty, my cocker, whichever cornish way you'd like 10 from Proper Job! Tai
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Hee. I have a brother, who is called, 'Joe the Comb'. His divining rods find mirrors, where e'er he may roam! Danny 10