Perfection

There was a perfect man,

Who had a perfect world,

He had a perfect wife,

He had a perfect girl,

He had a perfect home,

He had a perfect car,

He had a perfect sky,

He had some perfect stars,

He had a perfect dog,

That went on perfect walks,

He had a perfect parrot,

Perfectly could it talk,

But in his perfect end,

He was perfectly bored,

And his imperfect friends,

Saw he’s perfectly flawed.

So if he was truly perfect,

He wasn’t any more.

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