A visitor appeared at my doorstep
In a kaleidoscope colored frock
Hair that resembled an old floor mop
And a face that could stop a clock

She carried a tote and a bright umbrella
On her feet, she was wearing flops
Meanwhile, my poor brain was asking
Wonder where in the world she shops

The woman resembled a circus clown
I couldn’t believe that awful dress
Her whole demeanor was atrocious
And she looked a dreadful mess

Before I had a chance to invite her in
Through my front door she sauntered
We looked each other up and down
I couldn't understand what she wanted

I reluctantly asked her to stay for lunch
And went to turn the microwave on
When I came back from the kitchen
I looked around and she was gone

Erasing the cobwebs from my mind
It could not have been any clearer
For all along, I’d been looking in
My full-length bedroom mirror

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
May 30, 2006
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