I knew very little on frying potatoes <br /> That year in freshman home ec. -- <br /> But that was my cooking assignment, <br /> So I thought, "What the heck!?! <br /> I've got to learn how sometime!" <br /> But spring was in the air . . . <br /> When I looked up from my skillet, <br /> Who should be standing there <br /> But that twentysomething teacher <br /> Whom I saw as a super dude. <br /> As I stood in a trance, my potatoes turned black <br /> 'Til they no longer passed for food! <br /> That sassy, blonde cheerleader, Penny, <br /> Had been assigned dessert -- <br /> And that gorgeous math teacher asked her <br /> To bake him his own (OUCH! That hurt!) <br /> I had aimed for his heart through his stomach -- <br /> But those fried spuds had caused me to fail! <br /> Potatoes had made me a laughing stock -- <br /> So don't feel so alone, Mr. Quayle!<br /><br />Ainsley Jo Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/potato-plight/
