Just Too Perfect Poem by jacqueline wilkins

Her hair is as brown as the bark on the old widow tree
But yet shiny and soft and not even a knot in site
She maintained it as if it were her wedding day
She made her self look as perfect as can be
Her eyes were as green as the seaweed and
When she cries the salty sea floods her face
The salty water ran down her face right to her lips
Her lips were as smooth as on worn out sea glass
Not even a scrape showed up on the worn out glass
Her Body was shaped like old classic coke cola bottle
Her legs were long and not a scratch in sight
Not a bruise on her and not any scars
I just have described your perfect women
And this is so not me!