His snub nose was long, his croaky voice a song.
With gigantic feet he wore the smallest shoes, his hairless head the best dye to colour his graying old.
The more he walked, the more weight he gained, the further he went the less sleepy he became.
He looked into the mirror one day, and the other looked back.
“You don’t look like me, but we do the same.”
The image replied, both their lips moving, “Come into this side of mirror, it’s much much less perplexing.”