The Strange Beast (A Poem)

Strange Beast

The Strange Beast

What is that foul thing?

What on earth could it be?

There’s something revolting

Staring straight back at me

It might be a bear

Since it’s furry and grumpy

But it could be a tortoise

Slow-moving and lumpy

Or is it a skunk?

My, it sure does stink!

I’ve not seen it before

I’m not sure what to think

I woke not long ago

And I am still groggy

My eyes have no focus

My brain is still foggy

With a yawn and a stretch

It’s now quite plain to see

This is a mirror, not a window

That strange beast, well, it’s me.

ILLUSTRATION BY PHIL ROOD. PLEASE VISIT PHILROOD.COM. YOU WILL BE HAPPIER FOR HAVING DONE SO.

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