POTATOES GROW IN A FIELD <br />OFF SPRIKLING WATER <br />LIKE LIGHT CAN’T CACTH THEM SO BRIGHT <br /> <br />PEOPLE PICK THEM WITH THE <br />POWER OF THERE HANDS SO FAST <br />SO KNOW ONE CAN SEE A THING <br /> <br />THEY KEEP THEM IN THE FRIDGE <br />SO THEY ARE KEEPT FRESH SO PEOPLE <br />CAN EAT THEM THE NEXT DAY <br /> <br />THEY ARE LIKE SOFT PILLOWS IN A BOWL <br />IN THE FRIDGE <br /> <br />NOW I WONDER WHY THEY <br />ARE SO POWERFUL TO <br />EAT EVERYDAY<br /><br />JIM MOWAT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/potatoes-4/
