Poem about a man, who consider himself so perfect, that he doesn't want to be my friend. :)
Poem about a man, who consider himself so perfect, that he doesn't want to be my friend. :)
by Kristy Rulebreaker02 May 2014
Mr. Perfect
doesn't sit with me
Mr. Perfect
doesn't drink my tea
He is so clean
never speaks with mess makers
He is so clever
never eats with troublemakers
He is so brilliant
never uses the spell checker
He is so amazing
doesn't need the calculator
He calculates in his head
who will be his friend
Rule breakers cannot spread
to his glory comprehend