POTATOES

Spare a thought for the humble spud 
The life of which isn't very good 
Served with gravy the potato is mashed 
Hopes for survival are truly dashed 

On Sundays joined by beef,chicken or pork
Ends up being roasted and cannot talk
Then with fish the poor potato is chipped 
All dignity left has now been stripped 

The potato is not known to conform 
Has a jacket sometimes to keep warm 
Potato on a plate I'm afraid has no pride
Finished his days by being fried