To A Potato - Poem by Angela Wybrow
Of forms, you have quite an array,
Including roasted, boiled and sautéed.
As trendy wedges or chunky chips,
You like nothing better than being dipped.
Like a furrowed field, you can top a pie,
Or mixed with meat you can nestle inside.
As flavoured crisps, you are often found,
Being enjoyed by children in the playground.
Sometimes you are cooked in your skin;
As a healthy option, you are sure to win;
You’re cut half way and then teased apart,
Then a hot or cold filling is placed in your heart.
Whether for breakfast, lunch or evening tea,
You provide a whole world of possibility.
You can be eaten at any time of the day,
And presented in pretty much any way.
You are a vegetable so full of surprises,
As you able to take on so many guises.
You were grown with a view to being eaten.
For versatility you just can’t be beaten.
By some, you’re considered to be quite lowly,
But, to the masses, you’re thought to be holy.
Your availability is all the year round.
The King of vegetables you should be crowned.
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