Boiled, Deep-fried, Steamed and Mashed

I’ve been a bad tater

Yeah I’ve been around

I was born into darkness

And ripped from the ground

I need a firm hand

To unleash my potential

In order to please you

My pain is essential

So take off my jacket

Cut me into pieces

Oil me all over

Get right in the creases

Make me so hot

Till I’m soft and yielding

Pulverise me

With that masher you’re wielding

Fry me sideways

I’m your freak of the week

Ply me with leeks

Till I bubble and squeak

I can be mustard or truffle infused

Pass me around

Yeah, I like to be used

I’ll take what I’m given

I’ll be grateful and quiet

Just please don’t betray me

With a ketosis diet

P.D. Terre