(Poem #110) Intimates
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly. I handed her the mirror, and said: Please address these questions to the proper person! Please make all requests to head-quarters! In all matters of emotional importance please approach the supreme authority direct! -- So I handed her the mirror. And she would have broken it over my head, but she caught sight of her own reflection and that held her spell bound for two seconds while I fled.
I'm not precisely sure why this is a poem, but I'll take Lawrence's word for it <g>. It certainly made me laugh out loud - lovely buildup (complete with exclamation marks) and a wonderfully unexpected last line. m.