Fried potatoes is a dish
Good as any one could wish:
Cheap it is, and appetizing;
Turn a saint to gormandizing:
Good and cheap and tasty too,
Just the thing for Love's Menu.
Love is dainty, and his food,
Even though common, must be good:
Love hath little to disburse,
So his fare must fit his purse:
Love hath fickle appetite,
We his palate must invite:
Crisp and hot, the price a sou,
Fried Potatoes, Love's Menu.
Love's Menu: Pommes De Terre Frites
William Gay
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Poem topics: food, common, saint, cheap, good, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Anna Borshone: This is my favourite poem; it really speaks for my love of potatoes, especially fried ones. The poetic literature really speaks through olden words, reaching through my heart and pulling out fried potatoes, bleeding mashed ones too. Purely a work of art, I will always hold it in my high-cholesterol heart. <3
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