May 26, 2010
Should they be baked under the hot day’s sun?
More delicious than pizza to the lips,
Once you pop them in there’s nowhere to run.
Eating them reminds you nothing of chips.
Small tiny tots are what they really are.
Golden flakes that make them crunch like crackers.
You will never find them at any bar.
Nor you find them in a bag of packers,
Although, they might be found in school lunch rooms.
Tater surely the first part of their name,
They also have nothing to do with shrooms.
Filling children’s tummies be their true game.
Try as hard as you might to cut them out.
In the end you’ll love them, I have no doubt.

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imeagle said...
Jun. 28, 2010 at 8:14 pm
Great structure, nice flow, good job.
LC0000897 said...
Jun. 28, 2010 at 6:22 pm
This is a very well written sonnet, I am an English professor at Harvard, and this piece of poetry ranks among one of my favorites.  I give this 5 stars!!!!!
CUZ213022 replied...
Jun. 28, 2010 at 6:25 pm
Thanks LC0000897, it was challenging to get it to fit in the right pentamiter.
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