Ladies and gentleman, sit right down.
I'll tell you a tale of a tuber that's brown.
Rumor says you can pull these right from the ground.
They once saved the life of a man that had drowned.*
*Probably not true.
The Twenty First Potato.
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I dragged myself home from a weary work day.
I wanted to eat but had no funds to pay.
What could I eat?
What could I do?
My stomach did rumble, my misery grew.
I stopped by the market and saw a big sign.
Russet Potatoes.
"These will serve me just fine."
I laid them out in a very long line.
A line, my dear reader, is what makes things taste fine.
I then asked the Checker how many per bag?
She raised up her eyebrow, the gnarly old hag.
"I will tell you this.... of potatoes there's plenty."
"Though there be a lot, it is no more than 20."
I took my bag home with the proudest of grins.
"With this bag of potatoes my good luck begins."
I counted them out, near the spot by the Sun.
I love counting spuds, it's a great deal of fun.
17, 18, 19 and this......
I held up my hand and my giant green fist.
I fired my joy like an elephant gun.
"You say there be 20..... I count 21!"
