Those scrumptious, brown and baked things
Heavy with contents, filled with juicy marshmallows
Replete with a sense of satiation
Like a cream from a vanilla ice-cream
Those are versatile, dynamic and eatable things
Pliable to your wishes, whether you want it
To be baked, cooked, fried or steamed
An assortment of dishes are made from these
Luminaries praises its simplicity
Commoners gloat over their harvest
Of cash crops - potatoes
Though they grow in dark undergrounds
Unpretentious, reticent and meek
Waiting for farmers to pluck and eat
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