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An Agatha.

An Agatha.

The mirror crack’d from side to side

And there is always a steam train

Agatha liked steam

It does seem that way

they say she wrote some of her stories whilst aboard;

or wrote whilst afloat

travelling to Egypt, Mesopotamia or the like.

I don’t know if she ever travelled by bike;

working on a riddle

while balancing upon a saddle.

If You Can’t See My Mirrors, Then I Probably Can’t See You!


Can you see my mirrors?
They are shiny bright and clean
I use them mostly for looking back;
And seeing where I’ve been.

But, if you ‘can’t’ see them
(And this is probably true)
Perhaps you don’t exist;
For, if you can’t see my mirrors,
Then strange to say
How can I see you.

And, remember, that when you look into a mirror approximately one and a half metres away from you, you are actually looking at yourself as you were about 2 nanoseconds before.

Can you see my mirrors?
Do you or I exist?
Or are we just dreaming things
Of a world we can’t enlist?

“Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Do you see me…
Or anything at all?”

“Does a mirror have eyes?” you ask.
“One!” I say. “Or it would be a ‘mrror!’
“Ha! Ha!” you respond, with your usual disdain;
“That wasn’t funny last time; how dare you use that pun again?”

I realise that I will never best
The voice that speaks lowly of my Pyrrhic victory
As if it were just me, myself and I
Being self congratulatory.

Perhaps, I should learn a lesson well
And listen more, and less do tell.

“As if!”

He always has to have the last word.

And upon this he actually, with me, concurred…

“I should co-co.”