Funny Poems – Reflections


The other day, I happened by chance,

As I passed a mirror, to give it a glance

And I wondered who that old man could be,

Who, with his mouth wide open, was looking at me.

His bald head was sprinkled with a little gray fuzz,

And he wasn’t at all handsome (like I always was)

He looked like a sack of mis-mated parts,

Put together without aid of instructions or charts.

And while I know that my shoulders don’t slump,

This person’s were misshapen in one ugly hump’

Now, if that was my image, I only can say,

They don’t make mirrors like they did in my day.

By – Lucy Blades