I wrote this poem to complete the fifth assignment for the “Intro to Poetry” course offered by WordPress. I was tasked with writing about imperfection, with the option to write a Limerick (my first).

Imperfect’s the word for my body
A workmanship faulty and shoddy
With skin full of wrinkles
And eyes marred by crinkles
I swear it, or my name’s not Toddy


  1. You seem hard on yourself, but I understand what you are saying. It has an honest ring to it, and is basically you!

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