Room to Improve

Now I know what's wrong with you:

I've found a model that's exact,

That shows how you should be and do,

And highlights all the strengths you've lacked.

Now I judge the ways you're wrong:

Your gaps retreat from logic's lid.

I've set the standard, clear and strong,

That shows up faults you thought you'd hid.

I see your form, I watch you move,

My viewpoint gathers what you've meant;

I say there's room you can improve

To reach one hundred fixed per cent.

But, if you're smart or, better, wise,

You'll see my template's just a blade

That helps me cut you down to size,

And not a rule to be obeyed.