In the heart of fertile soils, a treasure lies,
A gift from nature, humble and wise,
A potato, unassuming and plain,
Yet, a culinary canvas, ready to reign.
Beneath the ground, its journey starts,
From sprouting eyes, life imparts,
With gentle care, it thrives and grows,
A marvel of sustenance that nature bestows.
Roasted, mashed, or in a stew,
Its versatility, tried and true,
In every kitchen, it finds a place,
A smile on every hungry face.
Fries, golden and crisp, they gleam,
A comfort food, a delightful dream,
Potato chips, a crunchy pleasure,
In every bite, a taste to treasure.
But beyond the table, it holds more worth,
A symbol of resilience since its birth,
Through wars and famine, it stood strong,
A beacon of hope when things went wrong.
So, let's cherish the potato, simple and grand,
A culinary marvel, across the land,
With gratitude, we celebrate its grace,
A humble spud, our world's embrace.
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Brilliant ode to the potato!!! ♥️♥️💕 Have eaten potatoes in my day. With a no sugar diet. Restriction on potatoes, I have to say.