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Let me be, my dearest,
For I desire what is clearest.
You may laugh and judge,
But I will never hold a grudge.
This is love, you see,
I simply aim to be free.
Whether or not you agree
Will not affect what I foresee.
I see a future of hope;
One where I will never mope.
My tummy will be full,
Not a moment will be dull.
Potatoes are what I decree!
Mashed, baked, fried, hashed.
There is no limit, this vegetable is unmatched.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner: that is a fact.
So do not question my dream,
It is quite supreme.
Merely salt, pepper, potato
Will instantly cause a flavor tornado.
Serve me now, I must feast.
I require four potatoes at the least.
Come one, come all,
We are eating like kings; it’s a ball.
About the Creator
Carlos Mesa Pla
I am a writer.
Comments (2)
Butter. I must have butter on my potato. 😂 Nice poem!!
Great poem! Wonderful!