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Through A Mirror Humoursly

I saw a man in the mirror yesterday
I saw him there again today
Behind him I saw streets and houses and people everywhere
And my mind wondered and pondered and wondered what this man’s life was like there
And looking at this man in his world I thought is he thinking the same as me
And in his world through this piece of glass would he see on his side what I see
Because thinking logically everything would be the other way around
The more I thought about this the more confused I got and even the man in the mirror frowned
So I dispelled logic had a bit of fun and put my overactive imagination to the test
For starters the sun would rise in the east and set in the west
The hands on the clock here would read 1oclock through 7
In his world they would read 5oclock through 11 (scratches head mmm)
The right hand would be left and the left hand would be right unless you’re ambidextrous
Imagine if we all went to that world imagine the chaos imagine the fuss
And how confusing would the alphabet be imagine it
All the letters would be backwards it would be gobbledygook nothing would fit
The people in that world just wouldn’t make sense
We wouldn’t to them either we would think each other dense
Or esned they would say
Which is dense just the other way?
Imagine all the traffic arrests we’d all be driving on the wrong side of the road
It wouldn’t make any sense to us there Highway Code
Our days would be there nights there nights our days
So a night job over there would be the one that pays
If you got married over there and it didn’t work out you could get a quickie divorce no need to linger?
Just bring him/her over to this side of the glass and guess what it would be annulled because the ring would be on the wrong finger
The only thing that would make sense on both sides of the glass
Would be the name of a certain pop group if you’ve guessed it go to the top of the class
Because palindromes on both sides are the same the only things to make sense
Haven’t got it yet ok I’ll put you out of your suspense
Abba of course spelt with a backward B as originally spelt
I could go on and on all day with this but my brains about to melt
Went back to the mirror again today and he wasn’t there
I think is absence is caused by my flight of fancy to be fair
Sort of raises the question though where’s my reflection gone as I stare at not 2 of me but one
Ah well perhaps he will come back when my Lewis Carol fixation has gone                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   naJ ht01 natS
Written by stan
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