Our images are reflected in reverse <br />in the mirror. Suppose our words <br />were too! <br /> <br />My name is Trebor Ragde Snrub. <br />No name could ere be queerer. <br />Naw, It’s really Robert Edgar Burns, <br />For I was looking in yon mirror! <br /> <br />If you think I speak with a forked tongue, <br />You’re wrong for goodness sake. <br />I’m not a leaping lizard. <br />And my tongue is just a rake. <br /> <br />I listened out front <br />With my ear to the door. <br />I heard not a voice, <br />Then I awoke with a snore! <br /> <br />While also sleep walking <br />I peed in a hutch. <br />No wonder that thing <br />Has been smelling so much! <br /> <br />Whether looking in my mirror, <br />Or raking with my tongue, <br />If I’m asked where is Trebor <br />Ragde Snrub, I always yell, <br />“In the Mirror I am the one! ”<br /><br />Robert Edgar Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-plain-queer/
