Portrait. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
I looked into my mirror and what did I see,
I saw a man that looked like me.
I said, 'Hello, ' 'Hello, ' said he,
Be I you or be you me?
If I be you and you be me,
Then who's face is that a looking at me.
I shaved myself and what do you know,
He did the same, The So and So.
This trick of his, is getting me down,
I'm beginning to think that he's a clown.
One more look just to see,
Be that him or be that me.
If that's him, I know what to do,
I'll hit the mirror with my shoe.
If it breaks, It's just as well,
For that face of his, is giving me hell.
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