MAPLE SYRUP

I have this friend across the pond
As bright as clear-night stars
Intelligent and talented
And faster than souped up cars

But she has her flaws, alas
As all the best poets do
I know this to be a fact
Who hasn't got one or two?

After all, I'm sad to say
Perfection is lack of character to me
So I'm keeping my eye on my talented friend
And watch her mind fly free

           By Phil Roberts