The Perfect Match
A little story caught my eye
About a very fussy guy
Who, though he really seemed to try,
Just couldn’t find his match.
His friends and family liked to tease
About how hard he seemed to please
But everyone at least agrees
He’d make a decent catch.
But, tired of waiting for a date
With qualities to captivate,
He chose himself to be his mate
And so a plan did hatch.
He bought a ring that he would wear
And very proudly did declare
No better partner could be there
For Cupid to dispatch.
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