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The Potato

Earthy mottled brown,

Pomme de terre

The humble spud,

When not covered in mud;

Chipped, boiled or mashed,

Steamed roasted or hashed.

First the Incas of Peru,

Used them in a stew.

Now the tubers grown in space,

To further the human race.

Chopin, Mozart, and Vivaldi,

Can all be bought at Aldi.

(Other supermarkets are available.)

(More varieties are saleable.)

A versatile Maris Piper,

Couldn't be any riper,

When served perfectly baked.

 

© Nick Strong 2014

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