Ordinary PP

Today's challenge over at Poetry Jam was to write a poem about something ordinary. This morning my toast sat upon an ordinary paper plate... Ordinary PP slice of tree cradles cobs, holds hot dogs, and piles of fries; shades squinty eyes, fans you in a breezeless plight, but in a breeze transforms to kite. cut some holes and make a face, or use it as an artist’s base. short lived lively paper treasure 9 inch, snack-sized, what’s your measure? white or color, fancy trimmed, round or square, wavy rimmed, how could anyone berate this lowly, imitation plate with rights to boast? a morning toast for white thin slice! ©2014, Donna JT Smith