Mr'Perfect'
I may not be Mr perfect Dear but my clothes were all the rage
In 1952 my dear before they were worn away
As for my eyes my dear the class one was clearly blue
that is before it fell into something,
The colour of meaty stew
A car a wage are hard to find
Although I've stolen a few
And as for cooking food my dear
Her Majesty does that too
But if we should ever meet my dear
I'm sure w'll get along grate
So send me a file or two
Wrapped up in a piece of cake
JAMES ROBERTS
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