Potato Poem #1
Big ones, small ones, any I can find.
I'd boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew,
Because let's face it, what else to a potato would you do?
They're tasty with gravy,
But not when they're raw.
They should never be wasted,
That should be a law.
Oh potatoes, how can you hate them?
They're cute, they're cuddly, and you can eat them.
Oh curse those who oppose the potato!
You who are few, should be turned into Play Doh.
POTATO POTATO HOT HOT POTATO
Love 'em, hate 'em, they'll always be my potato.
posted by Nancy at 5:02 PM
1 Comments:
A potato in the hand is worth
a bushel in the bush.
But holding on too long makes your
potato turn to mush.
So let us take potatoes,
burbank russet, yukon gold,
And peel them together,
just as soon as they are sold.
By the way, you might like www.bonsaipotato.com.
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