We all are unique from one another.
Even a potato is changed from each other.
To reach out and become your personal savior,
Each individual has a different type of flavor:

Mashed and creamy like the Milky Way flowing free,
Warm, so my butter melts perfectly for all to see,
Every bite tasting of never ending joy,
Has an aspect of a shy yet brilliant guy.

If they’re not mashed they’re baked,
With cheddar and bacon raked,
Across the opening, sour cream exploding.
All the flavors combined, flow with simplicity in mind,
To mirror the personality of a laid back kind

If they’re not baked they’re French-A- Fried.
In many variations they can succeed,
Like a team, each player has its ability.
The ones that hit the spot are,
Crispy, salty covered tots.
Dipped in ketchup creates knots,
In my belly till satisfied.
Every bite is classified!