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A potato poem

March 19, 2013

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Twas the eve of Potato Bake,

And in the church kitchen,

I was washing the taters,

and not even gritchin’.

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You see, this yearly task –

Washing dirt off the veggies –

Is quiet and peaceful

And no one gives wedgies.

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Alone with the water,

alone with the taters,

alone with the hum

of two ‘frigerators.

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It just takes an hour

for two hundred forty

then wrap ’em in foil.

They look nice and sporty.

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But – before you enrobe them

in bright, shiny jackets,

Stab them and stab them

and stab them and stab them

and stab them and stab them

and stab them and stab them.

 

 

I might need some counseling.

 

Packets.

 

About Lauren

Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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7 Responses to “A potato poem”

  1. Brad Said on:

    HAHAHAHA! *gasp* HAHAHAHA!
    -falling on the floor-
    *wheeze*

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    • Lauren Said on:

      Brad rendered airless? Mission accomplished.

      I want to be clear that I am not complaining about this job! I really do enjoy the silence, the peacefulness and -- above all- the delightful mindlessness of the task. (Oh, and the stabbing. 😉 )

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  2. Kris Said on:

    Maybe so:)

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  3. Lloyd Said on:

    Lets play, “Name That Poem!” I’m gong with: Pomegranate Victory

    (I’m not very good at this game)

    Reply

  4. Deborah Said on:

    Oh, that I was there!

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  5. Deborah Said on:

    I am wearing brown today in honor of the potatoes.

    Reply

  6. Peggy Said on:

    You are hilarious!!

    Being an Elvis fan….I immediatley thought of “Clambake” changed to “Tater Bake”. Gonna have a tater bake…

    I think you should get out your uke & turn your poem into a song!

    Reply

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