Perfection Enthusiast
Perfect,
That I am,
So perfect in fact,
My name is Sam.
From my head to my toes,
From the wrinkle in my nose,
The perfect five foot height,
The perfect far-sighted sight.
If perfection were a game,
I would win every time,
If perfection were a job,
I would live a wonderful life.
Perfection,
The greatest pun,
I never knew such perfection could exist,
Until I saw my son.
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