A girl from the city of Saks
Once wandered far over the tracks.
A boy with a voice,
Then asked – quite by choice –
“So how do you stand all the cracks?”
She answered the boy from the hood,
“It looked like such fun where I stood –
Adventure and games,
With no one to blame.
I’m bored so I came while I could.”
He blinked at the girl with the wealth,
So beautiful, full of such health.
He realized she –
With shopping all free –
Had had to get out using stealth.
“Your life is not perfect!” said he.
“And neither is yours,” replied she.
A lesson each learned:
Perfection is earned.
The lesson set each of them free.
I wrote this for Poetry 101, “Limericks about imperfection.”