Friday 5 April 2013

Today's poem: My name is Mr Plate

Hi! there
My name is Mr Plate

The chap who greets 
All your food with a smile

I have an 
International passport

Though I used to be made
Of grass and leaves

Nature and man
Have moved a long way

Digging me up
From earth

I like my showers
I like my shampoos

Sometimes I slip
And crack up

My tiger spirit 
Goes in the bin

Without a holiday

What a redundancy
I have in poverty

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