There is someone I met <br />That was acting pretty silly <br />They mimiced everything I done <br />It gave me the wilys. <br /> <br />I raised up my head <br />They elegantly raised theirs <br />I raised my hand and waved <br />They waved but stopped and stared. <br /> <br />I said I was hungry <br />They said they were too <br />I asked why hadn't you brought it up <br />They just looked waiting for food. <br /> <br /> <br />I talked about something <br />It was their thoughts too <br />I was really tired of them <br />This is what I chose to do. <br /> <br />I took one step <br />They did too <br />I looked and said to them <br />I can really get rid of you. <br /> <br />I laughed at them <br />They laughed back at me <br />This was going to be tough <br />But enough is enough. <br /> <br />I stepped farther to the side <br />And so did they <br />Alas I was out of the mirror <br />That's how I got free for the day.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mimic-people/
