“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! 🙂
* – One and Only!
** – Just like Santa!