Is There Really Such Thing As A Bad Gift? Poem by Mary Nagy

my goodness! what a treat. a satisfying poem nonetheless. at least something good came out of it! (this poem, of course.)

As long as it doesn't crack, all is well Mary! Look into it with the lights dimmed, a glass of wine in your hand, and a big jar of anti-wrinkle cream and you'll be fine! ! ! This one was fun to read. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX

This made me laugh (from nervousness?) Happy New Year, Mary!

There is such a thing as a bad gift. It's called a chia pet smiles

Right, now this has confused me. Why would anyone give a woman a magnifying mirror? That is a gift for a man! Still at least this poem came out of it. If I were you I would flog it on e-bay pointing out that this is the very mirror that you wrote this poem about. Then you could use the money to take a holiday in someplace cultural and lord it over the natives. So, that's your immediate future sorted.

That's funny! ! It's the thought that counts, but I'm nor sure what the thought was there.