Mirror mirror, on the wall,
tell me, tell me,
for you, have seen it all.
The faces, and bodies that you have seen,
from thin, to fat, and grossly obscene.

 Children in their growing years,
teenage girls, staring hard at their image,
and then bursting into tears.
Young men so proud, and erect,
wanting to loose their virginity,
not knowing what to expect.

 Mothers to be, staring,
at the swell off their unborn child,
will it be a boy, or a girl?
I promise not to let it run wild.

 Old men jiggling their sagging breasts,
wondering what ever happened to that manly chest.
Women aghast at what gravity has done,
wishing  that their bodies were still trim,
firm, and young.

 Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
please, please, tell me all.