Potato

mass of flesh
                                         covered by grey skin
                                             with small eyes 

                                             kitchen queen
                                              of vegetables
                                          house wife's choice
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Meade Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 11:50 PM
and they are very good to eat!! baked, fried, mashed . . . I eat them with everything. Nicely done my dear friend. 7
Devnath  Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 9:53 AM
Thanks my lovely friend for your appreciation and 7. Loved always,bl
Onclaud Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 2:29 PM
these are creatively done, bl.. i like both; impressed!.. huggs
Devnath  Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 9:54 AM
Thanks my lovely friend for your visit and for beautiful comment. Loved always,bl
Kendrick Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 2:13 PM
Good one..Enjoyed reading your creative work..Thanks for stopping by...Sara
Devnath  Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 9:55 AM
Thanks my lovely friend for your visit and for beautiful comment. Loved always,bl
Labeau Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM
not a veggie but a root I like it
Devnath  Avatar
May 16, 2015 at 9:57 AM
Okay, my lovely friend. That's also very tastey if cooked with flavoured ghee and sugar. Thanks my lovely friend for your comment. Loved always,bl
Allison Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 1:27 PM
very clever haiku - of all the vegetables potatoes are my least favourite:-) Hugs jan xx
Devnath  Avatar
May 15, 2015 at 1:33 PM
Thanks my lovely friend for you like it and mine too, coz my wife can't cook with out it. Loved always, bl
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