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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Comments (6)
  • ceegirl on Dec 14, 2009

    Mashed potatoes, I love with a lot of butter. Leave the potatoes alone.

  • Val Mills on Dec 15, 2009

    I love poems where the poet has obviously enjoyed writing them. I love potatoes every which way!

  • BB2010 on Dec 15, 2009

    Nice one Richard. I like them best roasted or chipped too.

  • richardpeeej on Dec 15, 2009

    Thanks all for your comments-I also prefer them the same as you BB!

  • Pаtsy Collins on Dec 17, 2009

    Spuds are friends! Yum.

  • richardpeeej on Dec 18, 2009

    They certainly are Patsy we’d all be a bit lost without them!

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