About My Face

This mirror hanging on my wall
Is not a friend of mine at all.
The glass reflection that I see
Is not the face I’d choose for me.

Those ugly ears are shaped all wrong,
And someone made my head too long.
Below I see a puny jaw.
And high above’s a head of straw.

The teeth have gaps and don’t look white.
The smile would give a ghoul a fright.
And after years of colds and blows
The nose is like Pinocchio’s.

I bet the people point and laugh
Who see me in a photograph.
But here’s one fact that won’t compute:
Some kids I know believe I’m cute.