You’re round and colorful and can form in many ways:

like french fries, hash browns and different flavors of Lays.

When I mash you up and add some butter,

the delicious smell makes my heart flutter.

When you’re cut into pieces and fried in grease,

I add some cheese and call it a feast!

When baked then topped with sour cream,

you taste too good to be anything but a dream.

Let’s be honest; we know it's all true:

Onion rings don’t have a thing on you.

They make my breath stink and smell like poo.

And after eating them, the only thing I do

is run as fast as I can to the loo.

But you make me smile in different ways

because you digest properly and can be eaten on any day.

On Sundays, I can eat you when you are mashed

and Monday can be the same.

But on Tuesday and Wednesday, I switch it up and eat you

the way you came.

On Thursday and Friday, I cheat a bit and eat you while you’re fried,

but on Saturday, I feel guilty and eat you on the side

while you’re cold and mixed with eggs, mayonnaise and chives.

Oh potatoes, I love you so much

I don’t think you understand.

But I can’t think of anything else to say,