Please do not compare me to her, <br />I fear it is her you’ll prefer. <br />She was perfect there is no doubt, <br />No need to always point it out. <br />I am far from the perfect girl, <br />Perfection makes me want to hurl. <br />My foot is always in my mouth, <br />My profession has headed south. <br />My skirt stuck in my panty hoes, <br />Important dates I do transpose. <br />Organization, what a joke! <br />Not to mention I’m always broke. <br />Don’t start in on my trips and falls, <br />One thing I do have though is balls, <br />To say what I think and tell you <br />If you’re that dumb then get a clue; <br />Losing me would be your downfall <br />If I can correctly recall; <br />You love me with all of my flaws <br />Our strong love being the main cause <br />Of working harder to get through <br />Quit the comparing, start anew.<br /><br />Jessica Holt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comparison-2/
