The Bag and the Mirror


The bag and the mirror walk side by side
Inseparable like the groom and bride
The bag at first was empty of content
The day it saw itself so thin and bent
It picked up some hay to puff out the flank
With night came dark and the mirror was blank
A foot squashed the bag and the puff was gone
The mirror felt again ashamed and cried alone
The bag filled itself again with twice the hay
The mirror made the view happy and gay
A horse eats the hay while the mirror sleeps
The bag furious shouts I want puff for keeps
Thrice the hay filled with zippers then enclose
The silver sun glinted back every pose
Oh no the bag thought the top flops hollow
Cotton balls and tight the zippers follow
The perfect lines of a puff bag fulfilled
Doth the mirror display what God had willed
Until a bandit knife making a gash
Takes all the hay and the thief takes a stash
Of cash to fill the bag up to the brim
Then with zipper only half done, the grim
Swindler runs, drives then skids over the cliff
Into the bottom of the ocean stiff
And the mirror weeps the ironic tear
As a florentine boy gazes his most dear 

 

Bevagna, 8 1 2008