Best Tater Poems

Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for miles where she’s dug up the lawn.

Hard as nails with hair sweet- tater- red
she could set a table, make you...

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i have little tater tot
til it talks crap and gets shot
i eat it then get really sad 
and then comes back and beats te crap out of me because it's mad
so i went and got drunk at a bar 
and when i left i got...

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On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the summer being hot, the cool of the river drew our...

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Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!...

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Mame Blackwell, small light-skinned woman with harsh gray eyes.
That told a grave story of her encounters with death and hardship.

The edge of her mien was sharpened by the blade of the wicked and taken grip.
And her spirit for life was drained years ago, and her...

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A perfect radiant day of golden complexion infused the Jefferson brothers to travel down the narrow path, a mile from their home to the Ebb Water Creek.
Their goal to hook a line of catfish was prevalent to place on the family table.
A necessary task, one...

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In her heart, she knew the truth.
And its nefarious root.
In a raging storm of wrath.
And, so she took the wrong path.

"Mame Blackwell," he said.
A shiny Eagle in her hand he laid.
"My wife is in need."
"I beg that you do heed."
"She screams out your name."
"And boast...

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A house sits across on another hill from us 
and flies the Jolly Roger 
I've been tempted to raise the Union Jack 
and break out my tater launcher 

Oh what a battle and sight to see 
when the taters start to fly 
Spuds will smash...

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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...

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And her beloved son grew alongside her like clinging vines.
During the capitulation of the Old South.
The era of a bitter drouth.

They lived hopefully from her skills as a midwife.
And though some days were gruesome for her they were perfect days.
When they were together in their...

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With a deliberated ruse; she washed its tiny face with a soft washcloth.

With no resistance, she enfolded the wee infant into a swaddling cloth.

In the Autumn equinox, she placed the tiny form in the simple wooden box.
She watched them perform their antiquated burial tradition, and...

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Devils ‘Tater patch
Hungry from hiking hills
Not a single spud...

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There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!

He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down...

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stopping
now just
standing

talking
as if to
himself

are you
following
me around

as he decides
then suddenly
picks up a fork

don't follow me
especially
to work

then
motioning
in the air

won't let you
in as he is
now beginning

to try to touch
the air
in front

of him
now
talking

out get out
of my head
scratching

do i follow you
turning around
i don't need to

have you been
dictating with
now throwing

a punch
in...

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Lately when I take a poop

It comes out just like tater soup

I don't even have to bribe her

Guess I'm getting too much fiber...

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