When they genetically engineered
the square potato for the stores,
exactly as I feared
they were mass-produced in scores,
stacked in small potato walls
next to cabbages and quince,
they were snubbed at tuber balls
and derided ever since.
We don't want your sort round here,
we don't like you, you are square!
We are sweetly like a sphere,
you are angular, so there!
We will send you far away,
we will shun you on the street.
You are cumbersome and grey
with square chins and kipper feet!
We are the master race
of potatoes which are round.
Wipe the grimace from your face!
We will send you to a pound!
We will pull and stretch your nose,
ping it back between your eyes,
for you are one of those -
get lost, scram, or you are fries!
I like the edge with which you write,
And point out the sorry sight
Of treating others very bad
And making them feel very sad
Because they're different...can't one see
We're all the fruit of one grand tree?
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And point out the sorry sight
Of treating others very bad
And making them feel very sad
Because they're different...can't one see
We're all the fruit of one grand tree?
JC xoxoxo
Richard Vallace
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