Nearly Perfect
NEARLY PERFECT
I know I am not perfect now,
but I’m pretty bloody close.
if it wasn’t for my wrinkles
or my great long pointy nose.
My figure’s really hourglass
except for cellulite,
and in my hair, you’ll find no grey
if I have dyed it right.
My boobs they sit up perky too,
in my brand-new push up bra.
and my skin is always glowing with
my menopause not far.
My bum looks really great in jeans,
with elastic sided waist.
you’ll never see my tuckshop arms
my sleeves always encase.
My twenty, twenty, vision has
come down to number ten.
I need to put my glasses on
more often now than then.
.
My pearly whites live in a jar,
I take them out each night.
I know I am not perfect still,
but most things nearly right.
When I look into the mirror too
sometimes don’t recognise,
that woman staring back at me
with crow’s feet near her eyes.
I’d like to think I haven’t changed
but if I tell the truth,
old age has crept upon my bod
that once was flushed with youth.
Wolf whistles I still get sometimes
when mistaken for a girl,
but how it sets my heart alight
my lips with smile they'll curl.
Oh yes, I’m not so perfect now,
some changes do I see.
but can’t go back, so I’ll accept
just what is meant to be.
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