Perfection and ImperfEction

Perfection

from spring’s umber muck

emerge pristine daffodils

trimmed in yellow frills

ImperfEction

I mak mistakes constantly

wile typing up my poms-

I leave out puncuation

as my concentation roams-

my fingrs miss the keys I want

and land on ones I don’t intend-

I use the homonymn instead

when spell-check tries to mend-

i hope my meening gets across at least,

the feelings and the mood

or you might think me carelesses

and my inatention rude.

But rally its just ADD,

senillity or worse

that causes me to fumbel so

and scarmbel up my verse.

Today's prompt suggests writing a poem about perfection or imperfection.