My plates are made of plastic
A regal shade of blue
As are my knives and forks and spoons
And serving dishes, too
If, by some chance I stumble,
As I am passing by
And knock them off the table
They do not break....they do not die.

I have two plastic goldfish
Within a plastic bowl
Providing relaxation
To ease a troubled soul.
As long as I am careful
To keep the batteries dry
They'll swim along forever
They do not sink....they do not die.

I have a cocker spaniel
I named my buddy Ruff.
He doesn't run or chase a ball -
How can he when he's stuffed?
But he is always there for me.
Where I am-there he lies
And, though he'll never lick my face,
He does not leave....he does not die.

Your picture hangs above my bed.
The glass and frame are fake
But if it falls down from the wall
It has no chance to break.
Your beauty takes my breath away.
Your smile of sweet delight
Dispels the gloom from my small room;
Illuminates the night
I place my fingers on your cheek
And, teardrops in my eye,
I disregard reality......
You don't get sick.....You do not die.