Written at the start of 2008.
This poem is about my special bud,
The common British spud,
He comes in all shapes and sizes,
And many tasty disguises,
You may say he’s in my walkers crisps,
Or my potato dips,
And I’ll just smile and laugh,
Cos` your just being daft!
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