I'M Not Perfect Poem by nicola burkett

I lie in on Sundays and wear odd socks
I keep old birthday cards in a dusty old box
I won't get dressed until late afternoon
I eat with my fingers and sing out of tune
I watch cheesy soaps; I leave my clothes lying about
I forget to lock the door when I go out
I love to shop, spending not saving even though I should
I like to try the impossible, do the things I thought I never could
I leave the dishes in the sink; I walk around in bare feet
I bite my fingernails and I talk when I eat
I cry when I watch romantic films on TV
I told you nobody’s perfect not even me