Roast Potatoes Poem by Phil Soar

I bought some roast potatoes
I ate them for my tea
I ate them for my breakfast
I don't know what's wrong with me
I ate them at 11 o'clock
I ate them randomly
I ate them when I wasn't hungry
What is wrong with me?

My wife calls me potato head
My children call me spud
It's not that I'm a peeling
I would stop it, if I could
The taste just feels like ecstasy
I dribble at the thought
My wife is getting worried
Because of all the bags I've bought