The Perfect Woman
A lucky man I was to whom
The fates bestowed so kind
And sent to me an Angel fare
Or a Devil in disguise?
Her horns were hidden oh so well
Of them I did not see
Eyes of blue and golden hair
The illusion was complete
So this may be the last poem
That I ever write
For I’m taking on a subject
That may cost my life
I really won’t be murdered
But the saying does forewarn
That Hell Has No Fury
Like a Woman’s Scorn
She said, “I’ll never be my Daddy”
“He’s too is set in his ways”
Yet she becomes more like him
With every passing day
No use to argue with Dad or Daughter
No disscusion nor rapport
Don’t object for they’re correct
Hell Katie! Bar the Door!
Others made mention of her traits
But must to their chagrin
The last boyfriend that noted them
Lost a lotta skin
Her personality is OCD
Each object she’ll re-order
Even doggie treats on the plate
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Her Altruism toward animals
Is completely unsurpassed
With humans taking 2nd Place
Boyfriends are dead last
Tight places make her nervous
Don’t swim too far from shore
Heights are scary and as for speed
Don’t put that pedal to the floor
Graceful as a swan she rides
As long as speeds are slow
But the handlebars she tightly grips
Don’t ask her to let go
Dare not move an object
From where it’s supposed to be
For when she walks into the room
It’s the first thing she will see
Some foods will never touch her lips
For her face will surely scrunch
Be sure there are no mushrooms
If you take her out lunch
Back and forth the knife will go
On bread that’s being buttered
It must be spread a certain way
Each corner must be covered
Sure she has some oddities
The Phobias abound
Even Situational anxiety
And others quite profound
Though the idiosyncrasies are many
And she certainly has her ways
There’s something about this woman
That makes you want to stay
It’s completely contradictory
But her praises I will sing
For me she is The Perfect Woman
I wouldn’t change a thing
John Snelling
03:17:19
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