“IDAHO POTATO!”  a poem about The Mystic Poet’s o.a.o.!*  Friday the 13th comes on Thursday this month: Sept. 13, 2018

“IDAHO POTATO!” a poem about The Mystic Poet’s o.a.o.!* Friday the 13th comes on Thursday this month: Sept. 13, 2018

MY TRUE LOVE IS FROM IDAHO,

She is a FINE po – ta – to!

An I-DA-HO Potato (pause) earthy and firm,

Grown in VOLCANIC soil – for-the-”perfect term!”

She SPROUTED, oh, so love-r-ly; she’ll sprout, both here AND there,

Sprouting! Girls & Booty; sprouting blonde-ish hair!

My IDAHO POTATO – sings! The perfect “Ho, ho, ho,”*

She has a million I’s (eyes) with her – each-one-with-sparkling glow!

And her eyes are always on me – and mine are on her two (too),

Of this or that and up and down – I cook her – yes, I do!!

I serve her up, my-potato-girl, with sausage, sweet salami;

I stuff her with the sausage meat & cry: “You ARE my mommy,

With something extra – thrown right in; you know, I’m from Montana:

I grew up NEXXXT- to my sweet spud – she’s like the ‘sacred manna,’

That Josh-ua did talk about – IT IS THE DESERT FARE (fair),

And my Idaho Potato! She’s so PRETTY, growin’ there! 🙂

fin. ❤

* – One and Only!

** – Just like Santa!

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