Who is she, that old woman in the mirror? Oh no! do I look like that? I don't see myself so old, so grumpy. She's a stranger to me!
What does he see, as he stands alone
Guarding the peas and salads?
His eyes are felt, and his hands are straw
And a felted bird sits on his head.
We laugh as we pass along the paths
Admiring the gardens so carefully tended.
But look again at his impassive face
A felt- and straw-made man.
An uncomfortable thought passes through my head
What does he do at night?
3 comments:
LOL,this is too funny.. Love your sense of humor!!
Great idea and I do like your poem.
Funny pics, and a great take on the theme! I avoid looking at myself in the mirror - I don't recognise that person! :)
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