Almost Perfect

My cookie is too chocolatey, it’s got one chip too many.

My piggy bank’s too fat because it has an extra penny.

My snowman has one extra coal-black button on his front,

And I could do with one less clue in every treasure-hunt.

I love my freckles, all except the third one from the right.

And don’t you feel there’s one too many stars out in the night?

I like this poem pretty well, I hope you think it’s fine.

But, I don’t know, it might be better with just one less line.

That would be perfect.