A Poem About Mirrors (2)

Er, this is a poem about mirrors
And it's called A Poem About Mirrors.

Visiting a department store the other day
I found my way into the mirror department
A whole room full of mirrors
Hundreds of the things, glittering
I looked in all of them and saw myself reflected back

I asked a sales attendant
Why they only sold those distorting mirrors
That reflect things in curious shapes
Like you often see in fairgrounds
He said
They didn't