I found a poem about potatoes on the internet that I feel I am obliged to share:
Ode to Potatoes
Potato, potato, love of all loves;
potatoes, potatoes, sweet hallowed nubs.
Skinned or with peel, boiled, roasted, or fried;
potatoes carry all of Ireland's pride.
All who enjoy them I'm sure would agree;
potatoes above all foods are lovely.
To the strange critic, who scowls with contempt;
you shall not sway me with your foul attempt.
Potato, potato, I call to thee;
please come salted and rich, so buttery!
Potato, potato, I'll sing again;
potato, potato, please be my friend.