Good heavens, it’s hideous, look at that huge nose.
I can’t even bring myself to imagine its toes!

It’s so ugly, and massive, so hideously fat.
And just look at the state of that battered red hat!

I can’t quite believe that it has such hairy hands,
And why are its knees taped with thick linen bands?

I feel nauseous, quite queasy, like I’m going to be ill.
So fetch me the bucket from beneath the window sill.

Should I use it to be sick in, or to cover its features?
For that thing stood before me is a hideous creature.

Add to that the fact that it mimics my own moves.
And it’s wearing a pair of familiar shoes….

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