My Magic Mirror
By Sarah Fisk
Magic Mirror on the wall
You tell me that I have it all.
Reflecting the glamour of beauty fair,
Like Christy and Meg and
even
Christy is so tall and lean,
A model with years of being the queen.
With long thin legs and no thighs to rub,
She has the physique that no one would snub.
Now Meg has the perky nose I want,
And long curly hair that she loves to flaunt.
She has a youthful body with a tiny little waist,
But what I covet most is definitely her face.
Of a person who has had a surgeon chink,
Away at fat and cellulite,
To create her body, shaped to excite.
As I gaze at your silvery surface, showing me,
A person that echoes allurement, whoopee!
My image is a woman, who is youthful and pretty,
With Meg’s face,
You are magical there is not doubt,
When I look at myself I see a knockout.
I thank you that you don’t let me discover,
That in truth I look like my gray-haired mother.