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The Plant

Look after a plant, it will grow so they say
So I water mine each and every day
I even serenade it with a song or two
It really doesn't care, what can I do?

I tried keeping it on the window-sill
So why did it droop and look so ill
In doubt I phoned up my best friend
I told her how my plant did droop and bend

Then she made the blood rush to my face
Have you taken the plastic from its base?