A LOOK IN THE MIRROR
It's always been in that house
Since we moved into it
With it, we had no grouse
We didn't think much of it.
Walking into the house
He never expected such an occurrence
But it did stick on him like a louse
He make to this incident, a reference.
He had waltzed into the house with his wife
Both in a mood so happy & bright
After what could be termed as the best night of their married life
Coming in, a voice says Welcome Oliver
Did you say something dear?
No, darling. I'm still in the moment's fever
You gave me a wonderful day, teddy bear.
Hi Mrs. Oliver. It's me
Why are you calling me Mrs. Oliver love
I've been your wife for the years of more than three
Please address with a word I love
She gives him a kiss
The voice says I would not do that if I were you
For it is something you should diss
And completely rue.
Who said that?
"Over here" says the mirror in the sitting room
Let's have a chit-chat
I will tell you things you don't know about your bride & your groom".
Coming closer they sit before the mirror that hangs in the room
What have you to show
Is it of good fortune or doom
Would it bring agony?
Well that's for you to decide
As I begin to play my last seen,
Enjoy the ride
Mind you, scenes may make you red, blue & green.
The entire point is to expose the concealed
Now we begin.
Watch as secrets are revealed
Feel free to weep or grin.
The mirror begins with Ben Oliver's clips
He is shown at different times in coitus with different ladies
From a kiss, he moves to the hips
And before long they are in bed unclad or in just undies
The mirror plays numerous clips with this theme
Prompting Mrs. Oliver to scream, it is enough
This has gotten to the extreme.
I have had a day that's rough
I need some rest
To this, the mirror says: No, Mrs. Oliver,Not so fast
Before you go to your sleeping nest
Let's also watch the clips of your past.
I have a clean slate
I don't take depraved trips
I need to sleep; I don't want to wake up late.
It wouldn't take so long a time, I promise
Just sit & enjoy the show
Calm your surmise
I hope it doesn't hit so low.
Her own show starts.
Mr. Oliver is becomes anxious brethren
Wanting to see, so quickly, the end of these charts.
Mrs. Oliver is shown in her bedroom
Planning an escapade with a lover of hers
Saying "I will now leave my room;
Come meet at the Dolan Hotels & Towers"
This she is shown to have been doing every week-on-end;
Until now, she was never caught in the act
Mr. Oliver finds it an issue difficult to comprehend
He doesn't know how to react
Was he to send her packing
But he too was guilty of same crime
Of innocence, he was lacking
Hence he was worthy of an anger-currency dime
To their room, they both stump & sulk
Right there, they sit backing themselves
The one with conscience as large as a hulk
Puts a hand into the make-up shelf
She goes: I'm sorry dear
To hurt you was not my intention
I cannot say why I did what I did that brought this wear
Or why I kept in secret's detention
But what I know for sure
Is I regret every bit of it
Please forgive this suture
For eversince, it has preyed on my soul like a nit
Turning to her,
He sees tears welling up in her eyes
This causes the man in him to cower
Inside, he dies
He pulls to her, close
And pleads for forgiveness
They both pull out their mercy-hose
And shower each other in excess.
Giving all externals a cut
And happily they lived.