NOT PERFECT

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.