I haven’t ever met you
When I haven’t thought you grand.
You’re just so goldarned purdy
And I know you’ll understand
That I love you mashed or roasted,
Boiled, baked or even fried,
Cooked into soup with dumplin’s —
There’s nothing I ain’t tried.
No matter what you’re wearin’
I think you’re quite a dream,
Whether topped with butter, bacon,
Gravy, chives or sour cream.
Gnocchi and some tater-tots,
Latke, hash or stew
Chips and fries or baked in pies,
Potatoes, I LOVE YOU!
NaPoWriMo
Day 7
Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive!
Oloriel
Apr 08, 2014 @ 01:11:06
A fabulous hymn to one of the best treats of nature! I am loving this very much!
little learner
Apr 08, 2014 @ 12:04:42
Mmmm! I love potatoes TOO much!
Patrick
Apr 08, 2014 @ 06:35:49
Oh, you made me feel how much I love potatoes.
little learner
Apr 08, 2014 @ 11:37:41
Mmmm. I know! Best food ever!