The Perfect Woman Poem by Jim McGill

There was Wall Street weasel wrangler
Who decided to marry the perfect woman
With assured confidence his quest began
With wit and charm he would besprangle her

He tenaciously searched near and far
Looking from Annapolis to Zanzibar
To this one task he was firmly furled
As he searched each city of the world

Then meticulously he searched the web
Checking from bar maid to socialite celeb
But every women met was unacceptable
And this made his quest most regrettable

Too fat, or flat, too thin, or poor skin
Too tall, too small, too snitchy, too bitchy
Some had too many teeth behind their grin
Or frizzled hair that he found quite itchy
All were imperfect; definitely not for him

For many years he diligently searched
Sadly, each woman to him was smirched
And could never ascend to his lofty perch

Then came a day he stood bright and prim
The perfect woman swan-tucked before him (Watch how you say that line!)
In head and heart she was his holonym

He decided to marry her immediately
But alas, this would never come to be
Because of a fault he could never see

Although the exact woman for HIS plan
SHE was looking for the perfect man!
So, this put an end to his nuptial dance
‘Cause the idiot didn't stand a chance!



Jim McGill, December2023