Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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.