Perfectionist

This was a poem I wrote for an assignment where each line had to contain exactly three syllables. It's dated 1/24/2001. Hopefully you can catch on to the tongue-in-cheekiness of my poetry.

Perfectionist
Listen up!
Perfection
grows on you.
Starts out small,
you try hard
for one thing
and then when
you achieve,
you go on
trying to
do one more.
Good becomes
better, and
better, best.
Perfection
does not end
with success
just one time.
It grew on
me and now
I can't stop
Don't want to!
Achievement
is too sweet.
I may not
ever be
perfect but
I can try.