Mirror, Mirror, Look At Me!
Look at me!
I’m the fairest of them all.
With my golden locks
(fairer than Diana)
I am tall, graceful and slender.
My skin has never
been touched by the
laugh of the comic sun.
My delicate hands have never taken
part of the work to be done.
My beauty is enveloped with a kiss from heaven.
And I am painted with pearls and crimson
And I am garnished with lilacs and robes.
Every man will want me
Throughout the land and across the sea
all of course not worthy of me.
So magic mirror, it’s your time to talk.
How many suiters will come to me
To persuade my hand with jewels and gold?
“None my lady, none at all.
For they see the truth.
You are only a glass jar
to be broken. They want
substance, strength and character
Not a flower to always look after.”
What! No men for me?
But I am the most beautiful, don’t you see?
Don’t they see the beauty in me?