Thursday, July 24, 2008

Potatoes

One afternoon is all it ever takes,
And they're in love with her. They love her eyes,
Her sweet forbearing smile, the way she fries
Potatoes, crisply, and the way she bakes
Both pot roast and her sweet devil's food cakes,
And, yes, potatoes, not to mention pies.
They eat and sweat, until it's no surprise
They'll beg the girl for more, the hungry fakes.

They say they love her, but I love her hips,
I love her mind, her spirit, every part
From head to toe; I've loved her from the start,
Craving the wicked sweetness of her lips.
They love potatoes. They should leave her tips.
I love her body; I deserve her heart.