MISS-PERFECTION

Though she may wholesomely appear, the byword of perfection
Though she may walk with impeccable, and apparent sure footed steps
Though she may appear to have, a clear sense of vogue and style
Though she may exude an aura, of confidence and self certainty
She is a bagful of imperfections, no demi-goddess whatsoever
For she is as afraid of spiders, as any other you may have seen

While she may articulate herself, with grandiose Shakespeare vocabulary
While she may be well versed, in current and past affairs
While she may be as sophisticated, in culture, art and life
While her sense of humor could be, beyond the ceiling above
She may also drool in her sleep, and sometimes talk as well
And her stomach may rumble, for the missed breakfast or lunch

In a social sense she may present,the socialite queen enthroned
She may fit into the jig-saw, with the young and old alike
In philanthropy and in good will, the community she may unite
In leadership and in good cheer, a utopia around she creates
But a hot dog to cook will burn, too much salt or little butter
And the cake in the oven she forgets, till brown is too black to see

If you may perceive her too ordered, for your apparent disorderly life
If you may consider her too advanced, for the steps behind you may be
If you may think of her too straight, for the zig-zaggy life you may lead
You may think again then take time, to see her through the mirage
For you may experience how down to earth, easy to please she may be
That a wild flower by the road side, would charm her heart to sleep.