Success consists of going from potato to potato without loss of enthusiasm.” — Winston Potatohill

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

1 1 1 1 1 potatoes

Ode to the potato (Poetry)

by Emilia Budisavljevic, greensborough Secondary College – Australia

Brown or white,
Fried, baked 
or mashed.

I like the potato,
so humble,
earthy and scented of dirt.

Eaten by most,
Food for the poor,
Just ask the old Irish.

Discovered in the Andes, 
My South American heritage.

I love you potato,
I’ve come of age,
Because now i respect you.

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