From the 2007-2008 poetry archives . . . I once wrote a poem for my brother’s English assignment. We all thought it was very funny at the time, but we lost track of it for a while and tried our hand at recreating it. I found the original buried in my “Arrow’s Collection” as I’ve been organizing old writing files. Here it is, for kicks.
“Potatoes”
Potatoes in the sack
All wrapped up at night
Waiting in the shed
For the morning light
Where maybe if they’re lucky
Or simply on top
They’ll be plucked from the bag
And dropped into the pot
They have waited all their days
Through dirt, rain, and shine
Pushed, prodded, punched
Just waiting for the time
And when the moment comes
They hold still for the knife
And on the wooden table
So ends the potato’s life
With Love,
Natalie