That Poet

This is a collection of my own poems, purely for enjoyment. On that note... ENJOY!


2. Mirror

I look in the mirror and think to myself

That the way things are going, I'm losing my health.

I weigh twenty tonnes, my head is too big,

My feet are like spades, my toes are like figs.

My ears are too flappy, and sticky with gunk,

so I suppose it's a good thing I'm grey, with a trunk.

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