P O T A T O L O V E

Nightshade just like the to-mate,
Oh, po-tay-to, po-tah-to, po-tate!
Colours red gold, blue, purple majesty
La Ratte, Jewel Yam, please, French Fingerling
I want them scalloped and baked,
Friiiiiiied, driiiiied, and potato-caked!

OH POTATO!!
WHO MADE YOU
SO DELICIOUS!?
OH POTATO!
YOU’RE THE FIRE
FROM PROMETHEUS

Boiled and bubbled in a big pot
Stirred till the 'tates are steaming hot
Smash 'em, mash 'em, butter and milk
Whipped up smooth, starchy-white silk
Cleaned up and chopped, wedges or chips
Salty and sauce-y upon my hungry lips

OH POTATO!!
WHO MADE YOU
SO DELICIOUS!?
OH POTATO!!
YOU’RE THE FIRE
FROM PROMETHEUS!

thank you, ReadEverything; your comment about licking the potato-masher inspired me