Perfect Poem by Vani Agarwal

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a pimple,
but not the beautiful eyes and the cheek with the shiny dimple.
When we saw a Zebra, we wondered Black Or White,
but ignore the lovely patterns and marvels in site.
You and I suggested, he shouldn't eat, god! So fat!
The thin to only eat they were smaller than a rat!
So Shoppers are obsessed,
lovers are confessed,
eaters are obese,
and pretty people have a permanent brain freeze.
Readers are only nerds,
free are only birds,
only the cool have swag,
and the glasses have a tag.
The one that's perfect points everyone's flaws,
in a silken glove, hides the deadly claws.
But goes back home, turns on the light,
and fries to mend the perfect till the end of night.