. . . says the Perfectionist to herself as a consolation prize!

- All I needed was one minute.
- I was begging to the clock.
- But it was so unyielding,
- With the sound of each “tick tock”.
- I could feel my emotions sinking.
- My heart filling with despair.
- “Remember ‘done is better than perfect’,”
- As I slumped in my office chair.
- That is what I tell myself,
- Each time that I fall short,
- And accept my consolation prize,
- ‘Cause I’m a damn good sport!