Mr'Perfect' <br /> <br />I may not be Mr perfect Dear but my clothes were all the rage <br />In 1952 my dear before they were worn away <br />As for my eyes my dear the class one was clearly blue <br />that is before it fell into something, <br />The colour of meaty stew <br />A car a wage are hard to find <br />Although I've stolen a few <br />And as for cooking food my dear <br />Her Majesty does that too <br />But if we should ever meet my dear <br />I'm sure w'll get along grate <br />So send me a file or two <br />Wrapped up in a piece of cake<br /><br />JAMES ROBERTS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-perfect-3/
