I fell in love with a potato when I was only three.
One rolled off the table and landed on my knee.
I looked at it, I stared at it when suddenly it did say,
“Have a bite. You’ll like me. I come in many a way.”
As I grew I enjoyed them from roasted to mashed.
My loving of them became quite simply; unabashed.
Feelings change of course as one does slowly mature,
But for me, the attraction of a potato still has a great allure.
I’ve never tried a sweet potato but I’ve heard they are quite nice
Despite never tasting them I bet they’re better than rice.
Peel a potato, stroke a potato then as you feel its fleshy part
You may fall in love with it and find your own sweetheart!
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