A Magical Plate And A Magic Lamp Of Unlimited Wishes. Poem by Michael Gale

Terracotta on the shelf...
Plate be painted as in middle sits a winking old elf.
Magic plate never gets empty...
No longer shopping in grocery stores.
What an ideal idea-one so tempting...
Only Dawn dish detergent may be used.
Scratch my head as i'm so utterly confused...
How did this plate come to my corner of this world?
Did it fly and later twas' it twirled? ...
This magic plate finally did fall to ground.
Fro' my lips was heard a moanful sobbing sound...
Now it's off to the grocery store again that i must trudge.
Dagg nab it and a well shouted loud vocalized aw shoot and oh fudge! ...
No more free magical food will amazingly appear onto my plate.
My miraculouse magical eating will dissipate to never reappear
as ever it's way too late for my new found magic food that i've ate...
Now i only wish that i would find a magic lamp to rub and bring me
unlimited deliciouse dishes with but unlimited wishes.
Then i'd have forever my very own unlimited supply of many unnumbered dishes...
Would these dishes consist of turkey or chickeny fishes?
I'd eat for life and get married as easy...
A woman who won't have to cook would gladly jump at the chance to become my married loving wife.
Boy her life would be easy and breezy...
Unlimited income to spend as we wish to do.
No more frickin' bill collectors calling us and no more bills long over due...
If this would come to pass what else in life would i have to do?
Spend da money Honey! ! ....
Of course! of course!
That's the direction that i'd drive, as easily as if i had ridden a horse.