ode to potato the pomme de terre

ode to potato the pomme de terre


put your hands in the dirt and dig,

down beneath the earth to find an apple.

brown dirt, brown skinned, world growth.

unforbidden love apple, oak apple, thorn apple,

golden apple, gather the proper apple of my eye.

the perfect pomme de terre, the apple of the earth.

vulgate apple of evil awarded to aphrodite,

flowering nightshade save the most beautiful,

purple or blue the peruvian potato true, vada pav.

brew it, mashed it, smash it, fry it, bake it,

serve it on the side, skin it seasoned to fit.

survive on spud, milk and butter alive.

a staple of life, no great famine variety thrives.

perhaps tis true, venus should be holding a potato.

the divine fruit adam and eve should have eaten, 

potatoes, the apple of the earth. love the pomme de terre.