Sunday I learned about
potatoes
hidden dirty grown in tyres
winter fruit of blazing sunshine under
withered tops gathering the handfuls I’m
childish with delight would the
Garden
of Eden have been a different story
if Eve had
offered Adam the potato
sat roasting round the fire needing
skin cloaks pulled
tight for warmth
heavy bellied after carbs curling up
for sleep spuds born innocent and free
Yes. No need to save us from simple pleasures then.
ReplyDeleteYeah, nothing wrong with being tempted by the pontiac Kerri.
ReplyDeleteMy mouth is watering after that one Kerri
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