Bob was a potato unhappy with the color of his head
The potato could not decide his favorite hue
Perhaps Bob should be the color red
But then he would not look happy with you
Maybe he should be an earthy fellow
Should his head be green?
Or his head could be yellow
He certainly wouldn't look mean
Purple could definantly suit him
Though he might look like an eggplant
Neon colors wouldn't look dim
What other colors are there to chant?
Then he realized, like all the other potatoes in town,
He can't think, talk, or change colors, so his head is stuck brown.
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Potato Poetry (A collection of potato poems)
PoetryA collection of poems about potatoes by yours truly.