Michael Mosall Poet Light Verse

Poem To a Potato #1

Such an ugly thing 
looking back at me
with your so-called eyes
conceived in dirt 
nothing but a storage cellar
for the top green which itself
is less than remarkable
with a flower so
easily dismissed.

Who gathers potato seeds?
who even needs 
potato seeds?
If they had them
who would plant them?
No one that's who.
Sexless reproduction is  the 
trademark of the potato
"just hack off an eye
throw it in the mud"
another potato grows.

Once a healthy food
now scorned 
by fat and thin alike.
High GI you know.
Nothing but starch in there.
Not fried
not baked
not boiled, scalded, or scalloped
no sir 
no thanks 
no potatoes
no way.

And 
isn't this cute?
when potatoes are in a group
they feel the need to put an "e" 
where no "e" needs to be.
I'm sorry Mr. Potatoe
but you're no tomatoe.

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Andrea Dietrich January 3, 2010 at 8:43 AM Oh, boy, what a smack down to the poor defenseless potatoE. hahaha. Loved how you finished this even though I must come to the potato's defense. I am not fond of the "healthy foods" I go for TASTE, and there is nothing to beat a well fried potato!! LUv, Andrea