Ode To A SpudMash 'em, smash 'em,
Whip 'em smooth;
Bake 'em, flake 'em;
What's your mood?
Chip 'em, crisp 'em
Baked twice over, fried in hash;
Munch one raw;
These suckers last!
Eat the skins with cheese and bacon;
Grate the middles; latke makin'!
Humble spud, grown underground,
You're the greatest root around!
Plaid 31-35, F 6 Responses 4 Sep 21, 2011