I need a personality!
I will display it on my car!
For I've worked very hard you see,
In life I've come quite far,
I often feel I'm boring
Sometimes, pretentious moi?
But my super shining steeled box on wheels, is the real deal

My laminated logo,
My perfect personalised plastic plate,
It feeds my lack of persona,
It gives me a 'bona'...
fida statement,
My little number spells it out loud and proud,
Although these days I don't stand out so far from the crowd.

This saddens me somewhat!
Because, my PNP's as common as skin blot bloating egos,
There goes me, he, she, non-binary!
Exfoliation cannot destroy the exploitation
of personalised prowess,
Like Turtle Wax cannot relapse
Or deteriorate, degrade
My trite travelled trademarked numbered letters of joy, and oh boy,
I feel illuminated,
Chest inflated!

You may think these narrow plates of scripted schtumer,
These tarmacadam tainted travelling tumors,
Are over rated, overstated,
But TP13 ZPT just ain't enough for me,
I struggle to find a personality,
This my friend's portrays, personifies me,
On my Mini, Range Rover, Audi,
BMW, MX5, Mercedes.

SH12 LEY, surely not Shirley!
It says here I am,
This is M01,
This is moi,
This is me!
To some it makes sense,
A big cash-back investment,
One day perhaps, but hey!
My intent is that I'm hell-bent on being noticed,
An itinerant celebrity
Not a nobody,
Sme,
SM3 1 my son!

This is a GR8,
Sad state of affairs,
A statement maybe,
Who really cares?
But never underestimate
My very own,
Personalised Private Number PL8!