Mirror, mirror on the wall
Where is she whom I do call
The blond bombshell absent today
The one who writes now gone astray
Mirror, mirror, it's just me
Who writes and wrote this one you see
For her who seems has lost her way
Upon this site some yesterdays
Mirror, mirror, is she OK
If she is could you display
Her face upon your mirrored surface
So we can tell her of her purpose
She is unique and needs to see
That she is all she needs to be
No less, no more for anyone
For us just right and is the one
The one we seek and found right here
On Poetry Poem, its her quite clear
That brings a smile when she does write
That makes my day and all things right
Mirror, mirror, just one more thing
Don't tell her about the ring
The one purchased with sole intent
To marry her that Heaven sent
