What a wonderful part of plants-nightshade
A gift to humans has God made!
South America, where it began
Many varieties:white red and tan
Of every shape and every size
It fed and nourished. What a prize!
From there it spread soon far and wide
Going over land and over tide.
Filled every corner of the earth
From county Cork to distant Perth.
When it flourished men were well fed
And when it wilted thousands dead.
Many ways to cook- so easy to make,
Boil, mash,fry, roast or bake.
Why it is so good is hard to say
For it's so good in every way!
No other food comes even close
It'sveryone's favorite, God knows!
Beats every kind of food by a mile' The thought of it brings out a smile.
So,however friends you like to eat
The potato-salty,spicy or sweet
Thank God for giving us such a treat
Then smile- and potato eat!
!
Always loved baked potato with sour cream and butter till I became a diabetic and realized it broke down into carbs that were bad for me, though I still eat one every now and again. Great write telling us all of the little potato & if Mr & Mrs Potato Head did not have one they would not be who they are...:) -e-
As we said where I grew up, we were raised on "beans and taters". Good homage to a great food we take for granted. I ,in fact, had sweet potatoes ( dan quale moment here, is there an "E" on end or not?) fixed in my electric pressure cooker along with my fresh caught speckled trout for supper. Those things are even good for you!
Your poem reminds me of a song I wrote a while back I called
'beans and taters',
might put it on here
little bit later.
Dan
This is a very cool write. Reminds me of the dreaded presentation gambit where you pull a topic out of a hat and then you must give a 5-minute presentation about it. Argh!
The lowly potato with its starch turned to sugar, is so well described and glorified in your little poem. It is really a shame that southern Europeans thought it to be rather bland and useful only for feeding the pigs when they first saw it from the New World.
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Your poem reminds me of a song I wrote a while back I called
'beans and taters',
might put it on here
little bit later.
Dan
Someone should showed them French fries.
Ron