The Perfect Man

by Phoenix

Disclaimer: Voltron is not mine, nor is this poem. In fact, no one knows who wrote this poem, but that doesn't mean I can't play with it. I am sure most women can relate to Allura in this poem. I know I can! ^_^

From her perch in the castle's tower window, Allura had a perfect view of the activities below in the courtyard. She couldn't help but smile at the scene before her. The other members of the Voltron Force were entertaining the orphans of Arus in the courtyard. Everyone, young and old, were having a wonderful time. As Allura watched the four men below, her thoughts began to wonder about the perfect man.

The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel or mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.

Her eyes fell on the Voltron captain. He was sitting under a tree reading a story to a group of children who were entranced with his every word. Despite his cold exterior and deadly skills in battle, Keith was amazingly gentle and compassionate. The children were so absorbed by him and the story, they were practically smothering him as they all moved closer with each word of the story.

The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
As well as a good husband to his bride.

Allura laughed as Hunk scooped up four children and started to dance around with them. They were squealing with joy and laughter. She couldn't tell who was having the most fun: the children or the man. He was the strongest one on the team, yet at times he was just like a huge teddy bear.

The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his feelings of love on you.

She glanced down at Pidge. He was teaching some children on how to make perfect mudpies.....and how to stay clean doing it. Allura couldn't help but shake her head in wonder at the smallest member of the force. Pidge had shocked them all with his incredible cooking skills and sense of organization that could put Nanny to shame.

The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He's a best friend to your mother
And kisses away your pain.

Her gaze finally landed on the team's second-in-command. Lance was helping some children with their Shakespeare play. Because of his rebellious nature, no one dreamed that he was so cultured in the arts. He could create the most beautiful verses as quickly as he could draw his gun.

He never has made you cry
Or hurt you In any way
Oh, screw this stupid poem
The perfect man is gay.
- unknown -

Allura blinks and her grin quickly turns into a scowl. "IT'S NOT FAIR!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Fists clutched in rage, she storms out of the tower. Servants scatter in all directions as the enraged princess walks past them toward her bedroom.

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