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.