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The Great Potato War

I can recall a simpler time

when just spelling was the problem.

But now D.C. has doubled down

and is really scraping bottom.

 

What did the humble Potato do

To draw Pelosi’s ire.?

Why are white potatoes banned

From school lunches I inquire?

 

Sweet Potatoes are welcome still

on school kids’ lunchtime plates.

But Idaho’s may not be served-

That makes Michelle irate.

 

Baked, mashed or fried There’s good inside

the humble white potato.

Potatoes of color are welcome too

upon my dinner table.

 

The Tuber is a starchy treat

with vitamins and fiber.

Whatever will the Irish eat

If you toss it in the Tiber?

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Written by
john-f-mccullagh
63 / M / American
Published
Jun 15, 2014
Lines·Words
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Notes

( The Tiber mentioned here is a tributary of the Potomac river in Washington D.C.) Republican Reps from Idaho are attempting to reverse a proposed ban on white potatoes from the school lunch program.

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