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.