My Epic Poem

by WahhBAM

It was dark at night on a Saturday
My mother stood in front of the mirror to look at her reflection
She rubbed her face with her gentle hands
A look of dissatisfaction jumped on her face

"Tammy, would you care to take that filthy thing off my face?"
"There's nothing at all on your face!"
We both glance to the side towards the mirror.

"Oh silly mother! It is the dirty mirror!"