Furry mirror,
Reflection giver,
Cocaine splitter and acid tripper.
On Purple walls,
Like Princes pawz,
Mimic Giggs’ Chest illustrious,
And watch the rising and falling of his hairy baws.
Simple zit squeezer,
Valuable assistant to tweezers,
Disgusted club onlooker at Bacardi breezers or fighting geezers.
Or neither.
Over table hanger,
Of middle class bangers and mash and no class and tat all through the hall,
Repossessed for paying no bills at all.
Doesn’t know its station,
Can’t provide quotation but may help in speech preparation.
Saviour of the nation.
Coated glass and faux fur.
Home in Buckinghamshire or Forfar.
Beauty is in the eye of the owner.
A breakage would cost seven years of hell and tears,
As everyday you remember ‘that mirror’
The self-esteem shit stirrer deserved it!
Queen laments the loss of mercury,
Real bear fur shot and flown in from Pawskatawny.
Irreplaceable reflections of images lost,
Lost forever, oh that sweet image maker!
Shattered and smashed,
Stained and singed.
Glints of light – gone,
Up all night – gone,
Look right? – gone.
My knees quiver when I think of that mirror.
But for now,
Hanging proud,
Watching and waiting.

Post Script

Mr Hummels