A Perfect Woman



He sought a perfect woman
To wear his wedding band.
Of course she must be lovely--
The fairest in the land.

She must be quite a charmer,
And educated too--
In any situation,
Must know just what to do.

Her name must be untainted,
Her reputation pure.
Her talents must be many.
She must be rich, for sure.

At last one day he found her--
A sweet and gentle femme.
But sad I am to tell you--
She wouldn't look at him.

He sought a perfect woman
To wear his wedding band,
But somehow he neglected
To be the perfect man.

Tina Rae Collins

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