the potato the passion fruit
I once found a potato
shaped like my head
I showed it to my lover
and this is what she said:
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“Taters have more vitamins
than the greenest celery stocks;
plug two wires into a ‘tater
and you can power a clock.
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Cut one in half..
remove a broken light from a socket
The miraculous potato
always keep one in your pocket.”
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So I planted my potato
(the one that looks just like me)
in my victory garden ..and waited…
for my new growing potato tree.
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I shall soon have plenty of potatoes
(that look just like me)
and after ‘tater tree pickin’
I shall bring them, my love,… to thee.
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Fun. I liked its whimsy quality.
June 26, 2008 at 11:05 pm
I never thought the word ‘potato’ could be beautifully placed in a poem. You made it sound more romantic than the word ‘moonbeam’.
July 11, 2008 at 8:52 pm
Well, is there anything as romantic as a tuber?
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July 21, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Tickled me.
August 29, 2010 at 1:20 pm
Thanks… I think it was my first successfully funny poem.
September 1, 2010 at 10:04 am
Nice poem.
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June 26, 2011 at 2:27 pm