You have plated it all, day after day
The cold, the hot, the flavourless
You let it be served, as if curated art
Have I thanked you enough, maybe not
I take this moment to do so
I may have treated you well, and still left you unfinished
waiting for tomorrow’s clean
You never complained
Kept your promise, day in and day out you served
Now it’s my time to promise and keep you sparkling clean
Just the way you curate an art each time with your pearl-finished surfaces and shiny blue rims