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Barry The Potato

My daughter fell in love with a potato,

                        "A potato.......

My mind was confused and my face was a picture...

of why would someone ever love a potato?

 

I asked this myself in my head then out loud.

     My darling how have you a fondness for a potato?

 

*He is the only one for me he is so soft and never

has a chip on his shoulder..*

 

A chip? really, how did you meet my little lady.

He was just mulling around in a mash pit,

The music was the spud rock and he was my root.

 

I will have to meet you new boyfriend,

Dad, I love Barry, he even let me  wear his jacket

it was so fluffy inside...

 

Fathers out there would have the same look on

their face as I do now!!!!!

"OK,  as I was waiting impatiently to see this lad.

 

She walked in hand in hand, I just gave the daddy

look, hi Barry he stared in a starch looking gaze.

my daughter spoke "I'll just get my bag,

 

I spoke in my sternest voice,

"Barry if you don't treat my daughter right,

"Lets just say ill mash you up, understand....

 

And then they left not the gentlemen of before

no jacket to lend her, just walking out the door

like he had just been roasted by my words...

 

Hours had past worry in my thoughts then my

daughter came back, tears in her eyes.

"What ever was the matter my darling?

 

*"He had steamed off because I wanted to know

why he never leant me his jacket,*

 

"He said I was being a dumpling with him,

 

*"So I told him you were right and that he had

a chip on his shoulder, he replied I was fried,*

 

I told her that potato's can be a little mashed, and

a chip they will always have, because you cant change

a potato they will always have a little starch inside...

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poetic-t
Published
Nov 20, 2016
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Wrote for my ten year old :)

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#chip#fried#potato#boiled#mash
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