How say you, Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
when answering, who’s the fairest of all?
How do you tell, what do you know,
when you an image of beauty show?
A girl poses selfies around the pool.
Everyone watches – she’s pretty, she’s cool ‒
with studied turns, a deliberate strut,
swiveling her fashion-forward butt.
Behold, through the looking glass shines the fair
among the many faces crowded there:
plump mother, playful child, girl reading book.
Chancing by, a pause, each one takes a look.
Lo, see the smartphone, grasped tight in each hand ‒
screens gaze out at the fairest in the land.