Good Old Smashers
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
That fluffy white mountain of joy
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkles of parsley, oh boy!
Always dream bout this mouth watering delight
Sending me to the moon with glee
A slice of ham with a carrot and pea medley
And a blob of ketchup if you please
Don't give me none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old smashers as they're sometimes called
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serve me them taters from dawn to sundown
Guarantees my friendship for life
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
Where's my napkin, my fork and my knife!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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