Love Poem: A Perfect Match
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Written by: Gershon Wolf

A Perfect Match

Eats soup and slurps
   Drinks beer and burps
In sinks he spits
   His toothbrush, the pits

His socks have holes
   His shoes, no soles
His shirts are faded
   His wardrobe's dated
  
I've heard him curse
   His grammar's worse
Thinks a compliment
   Is a bad accident

His smiles don't last
   His heyday's passed
His health's not great
   He's overweight...

But he's my husband
   And I dearly love him      
Like me, he's perfect    
   That's why we clicked!