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Ian "Marvin" Graye | 298 comments Mod
TSD has elicited some poetic responses from this group.

Insert your poetry here.

Once again, if you wish to comment, please post in the comments folder, so that we can maintain the illusion that this is an anthology of verse.


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Traveller (moontravlr) | 124 comments ODE TO THE HUMBLE POTATO

You have gone underground
The lowest of the low
The earth is your home
You are soiled with soil
Oh! Humble potato!
So low, and yet
So high in my esteem.
Inhabitants from the Green Isles
Depended on your goodness
For centuries in ages gone past.
You nourished nations
Your white body denuded for their pleasure
And their sustenance.
You, who humble yourself daily
Are the backbone of our civilization
As we know it.
For what would fish be without chips?
Or Bangers without Mash?
Without you, no
Potato crisps in foil packets,
No crispy roast potato
With roast lamb
No crisp or soggy fries
With vinegar, salt or ketchup.
Oh! Humble potato
You are sublime
Our ultimate symbol
Of humility raised up to greatness.
Oh sublime potato
I know that you are
A tuber, not a fruit
Not a vegetable.


message 3: by Ian (last edited Jul 26, 2012 01:51AM) (new) - rated it 5 stars

Ian "Marvin" Graye | 298 comments Mod
DR. ATKINS' LOW CARB ODE

Some like potatoes round
Some like their 'taters flatter
Some like them mashed or ground
Some like them fried in batter.
But leave them underground or über,
It doesn't really matter,
Shun this starchy tuber and
You won't get any fatter.


Dusterstar | 2 comments just wrote a new poem thought i would share it

A bird flies over a distant land
a clock ticks close at hand
the tide leaves behind the sand
love holds no such demand

a bird flies in symmetrical skies
a clock strikes time someone dies
sea and tide flows with lunar disguise
love is true no mystical lies

farewell as the birds depart
man the clocks until they start
the sea will divide and part
loves broken heart will restart


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Ian "Marvin" Graye | 298 comments Mod
What? No spuds?


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Ian "Marvin" Graye | 298 comments Mod
It's good though!


Dusterstar | 2 comments As I am from Scotland i could probably do a poem about the humble potato


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Traveller (moontravlr) | 124 comments Nice poem, Dusterstar!

You need to know that we vegetated a lot in here. We were the flora equivalent of the Savage Detectives. Not Garbage detectives, mind! ..or even Baggage Detectives. Perhaps more Carbo Detectives?


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