Tater Boy
Tater tots by the plate that's all this boy ate
he was seven going on eight that boy Nate
The crispy cylinder of potato gold
yummiest finger food so bold
Deep fry or oven baked
Tastiest treat you can make
Nate ate and ate and ate
cooked all by his mother Kate
Serve them for breakfast lunch and dinner
Tater tots always a winner
Nate was never late
for a meal of tots on his plate
Then one day there were no more
Nate's jaw dropped to the floor
He threw a fit and he did spit
out that nasty soggy fish stick
His mother sat him on the corner stool
letting him calm down and cool
But daydreaming of tots made him drool
he held his breath, to win this duel
His dad said to let him eat his favorite treat
his taste buds will get weary of em in a week
Nate ate and ate his tots with joy
you see Nate's dad was the original Tater Boy.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2019
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