some prefer to message women
asking them to show 'em
but me I prefer some plants
but have no garden to grow 'em
i eat french fries
and tell no lies
ask me no whys
no flavor or dyes
so I decided to make a poem
so that all you folks would know 'em
this mysterious plant
resist? you can't
grow them in March
eat for the starch
feed to your niece
throw at police
hated by geese
but loved by all humans
Abe Lincolns and Harry Trumans
from coast to coast
or the Midwest
taters so sexy
results in incest
the way they breed, there is no need
to discriminate on the origin of seed
they have orgies underground
hear a quake? that's the sound
of these confident creatures getting freaky
prepared with onions, getting leaky
not in Africa, unknown to Rafiki
Simba and Nala are getting cheeky
make love to dreams of potatoes
unknown to Africa just like tornadoes

Fun poem, potato420, I enjoyed reading it.

POTATO TORNADO: THE REVENGE

I woke up to gusts of winds blowing suds across the land
Astonishing! Demolishing houses, destructive, but grand
What an accomplishment, to not even be fully grown
But to have such a brutal legacy you can call your own
While others have lost their businesses and houses
Children and women cry, ripped pants, tattered blouses
Asking God, "Why did you do this, do you know what you stole?"
God replied, "You'll never run out of potato casserole"