THE CAVEMAN IN THE GLASS.

I saw him and I cowered
From the stare of his bloodshot eyes,
A scowling, hairy creature
Come from where I could but surmise.

He growled,he snarled, he drooled
As though with madness took,
He raised his hands and clutched his face
And then his head he shook.

He peered at me more closely,
Was he as shook as I?
To see this primitive creature
Hair lank, unkempt, awry.

He's gone now, gone forever
Forever and a day,
I'll ne'er set eyes on him again
Till to the mirror I do stray.