Mirror Mirror on The Wall

An ode to you,

For being there there times when I need to see,

am I ok to be out and be?

I look a mess,

I look a cute,

I look a sexy,

I look a holler,

I look a hoot,

but how would I know if it wasn't for you?

Ode to a mirror;

oh mirror mirror on the wall.

Letting me know if it is okay for me to go,

or did you say, stay until I've fixed it all?

What say you? I can't quite hear, but fortunate for me I can see.

To be honest typically I barely give you but a glance,

but an Ode to you for being there so I can check my pants,

Oh look, my shirt it has a spot!

Thanks for letting me know if there's something in my teeth;

or eeek, there's something awry with my hair,

And forbid I have a tear that would make people stop and stare;

How is that you seem to care?

You say nothing yet kindly lend me a reflection;

That I don't put mascara on my lips,

And lipstick of my cheeks.

I would truly have to be an idiot;

But what I am saying is,

This is ode for helping me make sure I have my head on straight.

Even better yet that I don't have a rats nest on my head!

You let me know it was a moment on the lips and forever on the hips;

Through it I stare back at myself bewildered from time to time;

With one queston in mind.

How would I have known I had a blue tounge;

If it wasn't for you?

So with all of this spoken, I'm sure I mentioned.

This is an ode to you, for being such a help without even lending a hand.

If it wasn't for you I swear I would have never known,

What days I woke up on the wrong side,

and I dont mean that just figuratively;

Because you see somedays when I roll out of bed...

I land on my hair,

This is not always a pretty sight;

Somedays if it wasn't for you I wouldn't know that

I look quite a fright.

Other days through your service;

It is true!

I can humbley exclaim;

Wooh I look quite alright!

So if we can just put it this way,

this is an ode to you, for all that you do.

I couldn't possibly make it every single day without wondering if I should be out in public if it wasn't for you.

Not to mention that I balance you on my door handle at night;

Please don't ask what for,

and depending on what make you are I even check you;

in the bathroom whilst I brush my teeth,

An Ode to you they look squeaky clean to me;

But this is, I write, an Ode for you.

How else could I tell myself what no one else would?

There was this one day that I lost my glasses,

Oh silly me!

So i owe all the thanks to you;

that I could find them on my head instead of searching high and low.

Looking for how long?

As long as you're around we may never know.

An ode to you;

that my worst look or regular dose of clumsy doesn't make you break.

That is seven years of bad luck that I can't shake!

You're there in the car,

and in my room!

Sometimes I feel like I can't escape you;

other times I'm glad I can see behind me;

so this is an Ode to you from me dear mirror mirror on the wall;

thanks for everything that you help me be or not to be.

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