They wanted to taste those brown thing that I bought.
They watched as I peeled and they watched as I shredded.
They watched and they waited to see where they were headed.
I'd needed ten taters, but I had boiled twelve,
So I gave them the extras and saw their teeth delve
Right into the soft, not-quite-white starchy flesh.
Potatoes are tasty, better boiled than fresh,
But to my small children, these plain little spuds
Were just a bit boring and bland. They were duds.
Between my two children maybe five bites were taken.
They thought they'd enjoy it but were much mistaken.
My brace little girl tried to make her way through it.
Politely she asked if she could not have to chew.
My son made a face and said "I'm all done."
Then put his spud down and went to have fun.
My dinner prep finished, I put all away.
Not every day can be All-Veggies-Day.
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