(The man who wants the perfect wife should marry a <br />'stock-size.' She comes cheaper.-_London Chronicle_.) <br /> <br />Ah, Myrtilla, woe and dear me! <br /> Lackadaydee and alas! <br />What is this, I greatly fear me, <br /> That has come to pass? <br /> <br />Craving, as I do, perfection, <br /> Loathing anything like flaws, <br />I must raise a slight objection <br /> To your building laws. <br /> <br />You are five one-and-a-quarter, <br /> And your girth is thirty-three- <br />Myrtie, you're a little shorter <br /> Than you ought to be. <br /> <br />It is far from my intentions <br /> Your proportions to describe, <br />Briefly, Myrtie, your dimensions <br /> Do not seem to jibe. <br /> <br />Farewell, Myrt, for Ethelisa <br /> Seems to be my certain fate, <br />Stupid? Silly? Sure, but she's a <br /> Perfect thirty-eight.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perfect-woman-nobly-planned/
