POTATOISM

There are potatoes in my stew, chilli and all my  soup,

There are potatoes in my fridge, freezer, cupboards, closet, stoop,

There are potatoes in my jelly,

Deep fat fried ones in my belly,

I got rid of my chickens and store potatoes in their coup.

BEET THE WORMS

I went down to the rover to wash off my beets,

When I cook beets with butter, they're sought after treats,

But, when I washed off the clay,

I felt such dismay,

The roots were worm homes and worm eats.