Baked Potato
You're looking hot
Deceptive skin
I lust to know your
Soft within
A slice in two
Reveals your soul
Accompanied
With salad bowl
I scoop away
Your very heart
Combine with cheesy joy
To start
Then pop you back
In skin replace
Moments before
I stuff my face
For veggies first
That is the rule
As rhyme destroys
'Poetic cool'
Often prejudged
By outer shell
By those who know you
Less than well
And yet, potato
Your simple heart
Intends to nourish
From the start
I wake to all
That you can be..
The master of
Versatility
CV
Copyright © Cynthia Vipond | Year Posted 2023
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