Perfect me

*I wrote this poem after reading Brandon's "Perfect Man", it might be a good idea to search for that poem and read it first before reading this one, it would make more sense ;)*

I consider myself gentle
When I'm not being mean
I do often smile
But my face is rarely clean
Oh I love children
When they are out of sight
Err, I can be a good father
If I can ever find a bride
Yes I do some good cooking
But somehow everyone flee
I love vacuuming and cleaning
When they are all done for me
Well I can be sweet
Writing poem instead of game
But somehow my mother
Finds me to be a pain
I have made girls cry
And hurt them in some way
Oh bum, I'm nothing close to perfect
But hey, at least I'm not gay