Not Perfect
by
HER eyes are blue-a lovely hue
For eyes; her cheeks are pink,
And for the cheek, ’twixt me and you,
That color’s right, I think.
Her fingers taper prettily,
Her teeth are white as pearls-
Her hands seem softer far to me
Than any other girl’s.
Her figure’s trim-it is petite-
I like them just that way,
And truly, maiden half so sweet
You’d not find every day.
And yet, alas! she’s not my choice,
This creature of my rhyme-
Because her soft and rich-toned voice
Is going all the time.