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...

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

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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 tears have long since dried up. She had a stern manner...

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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 strife. She found joy and paradise in his existence. In their blissful...

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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 of your fame." The baby is twisting her inner" And the light...

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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 then she returned to the loose gray dirt. She then headed...

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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 that they were willing to seek.A task that would be...

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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 the middle of his back. Can you tell me, which animal...

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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 the air compared to yesterday so you were here but weren't saying anything but he's on...

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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 them for breakfast lunch and dinner Tater tots always a winner Nate...

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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 hit by a car and then i got up to run...

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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 disobedient lot. We kids soon discovered the crude raft and...

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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 feel fed. Wave you down and ask you to stop by have...

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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 upon the ground the dirt and dust will rise I'm...

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