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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