Potato
This potato today I sat down to eat
Was not the spud I expected to meet
It seemed to be a tad bit dry
A red one it seemed it each of its eye
I couldn't quite tell how it was cooked
With a rumbling tum, closer I looked
Lightly seasoned with oregano
Was it mashed? Then I realized, no
I thought briefly, potato salad?
That theory didn't seem too valid
Between the beans and it, there was a void
As if my potato was being paranoid
Then I thought maybe it was roasted
Looking closer I see it was toasted
It snickered as my belly ached
Turns out this potato was very baked
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2023
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