September 11, 2009
Potato, Potato. Oh how I love thee.
By this time my baby is probably part potato.
You can come in so many forms, thats easy to see
You’re like a gift from the Gods sent down straight to me
From french fries with salt to baked with extra butter,
I have you to blame when my thighs and arms shudder.
I love you so much that I hate to see you go
But in about one more month, this will have to be so
For 9 months we have shared in guiltless food bliss,
but now, I look in the mirror and know, I have to deal with this
Please don’t be sad, and don’t see this as good bye
I know we will meet again when I’m eating on the fly
Potato, Oh Potato. How I do love these.
I want to say goodbye, but now… I’m off to Wendy’s.