Le Faux Miroir

A faux pas uttered incredibly on purpose

Covered embarrassingly by gales of laughter!

Some people mean them, some people don't

They can send you quite over the edge

You'll keep laughing 'til your face turned red!

Never able to simmer down

You relished being the clown

You and your dirty faux pas____

Blunders on purpose that won't stop

A new branch of psychiatry needed just for you!

Thinking up new ones until you flew

Over the edge again in embarrassment

No one today or tomorrow could ever stop you!

 

 

RavenHeart~

 

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