Persnickety Paloma
Standards this high aren't picky-they're Paloma
Persnickety Paloma was picky, no doubt
She'd fuss over teacups and throw spoons out
Her pillows must match, her rugs just so,
And don't even ask where the forks should go
She lined up her shoes by color and heel,
Alphabetized spices, each meal a big deal
She even corrected her cat's little sneeze
"Darling, please do it more daintily, please"
Her quirks and her sass made her charming, it's true,
Perfection's her game
but with humor in view
For fussing is fun, but joy's the surprise,
Even neat freaks shine with a twinkle in their eyes
