A poem about the potato.
The Humble Potato -Friend or Foe?
You can boil them, or mash them in a bowl,
Use small ones, in a salad, then eat them whole.
A croquette, perhaps, every now and again,
As you’re sat down watching ‘ News at Ten ‘.
This is not exciting, – it seems such a bore,
It’s making me sleepy, and I’m going to snore.
I’d rather them roasted, or made into chips,
But then they spend a lifetime on your hips!
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