Flight of the Potato

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Oh what fried pleasure!

Oh what baked delight!

Do I deign to observe

With my potato eye?

I’m being triple whisked off

On a magic carpet ride

Saucer shining white

Gleaming like sour cream

Shall take me off

On the flight

Of my steamiest dreams

And my friends are here too

Mr. Peas

And Ms. Stew

Bound for flights of fancy

My succulent steamy crew

But what’s this flying towards me?

Silver, pronged, and gleaming?

I think I’ve made a new friend.

I shall call him fork

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