Potatoes, potatoes! They grow in the ground,
When you dig them up they're muddy, brown and round,
Potatoes, potatoes! Delicious mashed,
But they don't taste so good if they've been bashed,
Potatoes, potatoes! Steamy in their jacket,
Potatoes, potatoes! Fresh in their packet,
Potatoes, potatoes! Can be made into chips,
Potatoes, potatoes! Are best when they're crisps!
A poem about my favourite tuber the potato. I wrote this near the begining of Junior school.