Tater Poems - Poems about Tater

...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......Read the rest...

...It's true that pork 'n' beans have chunks that are winning And Indian spiced pumpkin sets your heart spinning Pho bo's delightful, cod soup's disarming jjamppong, French lentil --charming ......Read the rest...

...A child lights our way in life... The greatest gift there is to be. They suppress our selfish inclinations... They set our passions free. They give sense to our mortality. They put narcissism ......Read the rest...

...I used to ride waves on the deep blue sea, A Sailor's life was the life for me. It was the wildest thing I ever did, I've been called Salty Dog and even Squid. On a crusty deck, the hull painte......Read the rest...

...Take me away God to dig up sod and have a talk how I’m so odd/ Among other things I’m like a Dodge missing a tie-rod / These words strung are life’s pod for I or a prop to fly over top of any slop/......Read the rest...

...She who rest me Might I labor To understand Her evilness That she mocks My beliefs 66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket) 66 fried fish fillets battered and fried Onion ......Read the rest...

...Mating Calls, or, Purdy Please! Limericks by Michael R. Burch 1. Nine-thirty? Feeling flirty (and, indeed, a trifle dirty), I decided to ring prudish Eleanor Purdy ... When I rang her to bang ......Read the rest...

...Sumthang wrong wiff dez words They give know direction To me and you Hypertheticail thoughts They don't tell me What I gotta do Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes Cup of gravy on the side! The ......Read the rest...

...Iowa, Missouri and Nebraska claim to be The barbeque capitals of the USA you see They clearly have not been to Tennessee Where opossum and squirrel are meat for three Put enough sweet sauce on......Read the rest...

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

...Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat Ty Tid! Ty Tid! Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!......Read the rest...

...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 an......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...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 i......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...