I see him day after day,
Standing behind the invisible wall..
Dressed in magnificent clothes,
I often wonder if he is of noble birth..
His skin as smooth as glass wall,
But I know he’s stronger than us all..
With head held high and shoulders strong,
He stands still all day long..
Nobody has ever seen him move,
Nor has anyone seen him speak..
For his face is devoid eyes,
And so are his lips and nose..
Day in and day out he stands by the window
Probably waiting for some one to paint him a face..
Oh my lovely mannequin…