Gloria was perfect
In lots of little ways.
She had at least a million friends
And always got straight A’s.
I think she was the cutest girl
That I have ever met;
The apple of her mother’s eye
And every teacher’s pet.
But then one day it happened.
The unthinkable, to wit:
Gloria the Perfect
Got a king-sized zit!
Big and red and puffy,
It covered half her brow.
Funny thing about it, though—
I like her better now.