as I approach the magic mirror
the ripples race across its surface
as if the glass is getting nervous
the image isn't getting clearer
I hear a muffled groan: please stop it
you know that I don't like this game
I just might crack some day, so drop it
you'll only have yourself to blame
please calm yourself, you ancient djinny
I tell the tepid magic creature
I find the ripples your best feature
just checking if I'm getting skinny
damn you and your accursed empire
the mirror says, its voice annoyed
how did I wind up with a vampire
I should have stayed and worked for Freud
Author notes: image from Pinterest wc 109 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2792625-Fantasy-1080
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