Mr. Potato

I wake up on the Pacific Coast, around me are many of my friends
Like leftover nachos and chili-oh, their odor still offends.
I look around and wonder out loud,"Where I was before
I was about to be taken down to the ocean floor?"
Where was I before?
Ah yes! I was with young Jimmy! A lump of a twelve year old boy
His hands were thick and pudgy, his mouth ready to enjoy.
Oh how Jimmy smothered me with so much salty ketchup
Some of me went in his mouth, then some in the trashcan pickup.
Where was I before?
I was in the kitchen crates of Ladybird School.
Along with my other wary eyed friends, like a pebble in the pool.
But then they undressed me, eyes and all
They cut me up too, into pieces skinny and tall.
I felt myself being dropped into a raging fire-Fire or fryer?
Oh how excruciating was the oil mire!
The oil was pure anguish, draining me of all energies
I was weak, limp, useless to all; a healthy tuber now empty calories
But where was I before?
Buried deep beneath the soil, ready with potassium and Vitamin C
Ready to taste the fresh air, ready to feed a child sufficiently
But instead the school board decided for me to be French fries.

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