The holidays make me silly. And hungry.I Yam What I Yam
Let not this tuft
of scruffy stuff
obscure the gold within --
that starchy, mellow
melanin.
For though I be a humble
spud,
I give:
a joy,
a boon,
a happy tongue.
(photo credit: http://zoebakes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/yams-vs-sweetp01.jpg)
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Aw Popeye, I like your poem! It's a cute and happy ditty.
ReplyDeleteI have a found poem for you...it is inspired by Bill Cosby and Patton Oswalt:
ReplyDeleteFlip flap,
flippity do.
Zip zow ze,
bop.
Zippity,
zap zoop.
Schlew.