The following communication was received in our mail box this month, from one of our more mature readers.
The other morning, whilst I was preparing my delicate facial features for their daily shave, I could not help but notice the corrosion and disintegration those facial features had undergone in recent years. I began to dream up questions I'd like to ask the mirror, and afterwards I penned them as below.
It made me wonder if others have ever done similar? Or am I really I the odd one out?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
When one nearby, why is it I, who falls into the pitfall?
Why is life such a struggle, hassle, failure and brawl?
Why can't I play snooker, the piano, cricket or football?
Why must I always stop, when passing a bookstall?
Why am I so ugly, and only five foot three inches tall?
Why have I had no success at all, that I can recall?
Why are all the people crooked in Whitehall?
Why can't I resist watching women's volleyball?
What will be my next calamity, accident, or downfall?
I've tried to be kind, caring, and not a know-it-all!
Oh, and Why was I given a penis that is so incredibly small?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
