Jump to content

poem about eating a baked potato


humanmusic
 Share

Recommended Posts

eat a potato

trust me
I know what I am talking
about

just do it

no one ever killed themselves
or someone else
after eating a potato

nobody eats a potato
and then says
GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY PUNK!

a man
has never, ever eaten
one
and then wanted
a divorce, or an affair
right after

the potato high
is even higher
than the steam that rises
from a freshly baked
spud

you will feel like you,
like the you you like
after indulging
upon this magnificent
creature

beauteous
fancied foode fetale
O your sparkling
gown of a-lu-min-nium
and tasty skins

ah, your curves curve
and your MEAT is NEAT
*ever satisfied* my dear...

such a steamy hottie!
thou art
such a dish!
thou art, ART!

rush, rush, rush
thine fine wholeness
into
my

 

m
out
h

Edited by humanmusic
  • Like 6
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Finger snaps to you :) Edited by SpookyLittleCupcake
  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Can't spell MOUTH without OUT!

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The main thing on my mind right now is wondering if I can go to prison for this kind of stuff...

Link to comment
Share on other sites

*clap clap* This is a beautiful potato poem.

Thanks to you and everyone else :)

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • 3 weeks later...

I don't know how I got here from where I was at but I love it (almost as much as I love potatoes). 

Link to comment
Share on other sites

*Finger snaps*

 

I never knew that I needed a poem like this in my life but here we are. Away I spirit to the kitchen to indulge in an ever glorious tayto 🤣

  • Like 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
 Share

×
×
  • Create New...