Potato

Potato

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.

2 Comments

  1. StevieZ and The Funkybunch™ on September 12, 2009 at 1:20 am

    Hahaha!! That is awesome (especially the ending) but might I suggest subbing sweet potatoes in for all those things? French fries made from sweet potatoes are awesome!! Just saying.

  2. shelly on September 16, 2009 at 5:55 pm

    Did you make that up? Clever! We went to that safari and I love it! Best wishes with this final stage of the pregnancy!!

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