New Socks and Fried Taters
Two of my favorite things in the whole wide world.
Nothing could be better to this old country girl.
My idea of a perfectly euphoric day;
New socks neath my table and fried taters on my plate.
If I had the means, I'd buy new socks each day,
and with shear delight, I'd give yesterday's away.
No need for gifts of gold wrapped in a fancy box.
Just slather my two feet in soft, plush socks.
Some swoon over chandeliers to adorn their apartments.
I drool in a cold sweat, searching the sock department.
Give me fried taters; a lot, not just a little;
crispy on the outside and tender in the middle.
To get me "in the mood", don't bother with pricy wines.
A skillet full of fried tater, for me will do just fine.
Breakfast, lunch and supper, or a midnight snack for later.
This explaines my childhood nic name.. No secret, it was Tater!
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014
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