A SMILE -- For my peeps, fellow survivors and those dealing with us:

 Never forget that with all we have to deal with, a smile or a good laugh helps us to heal: 

This is about the potato. Not exactly about cooking but close enough for a smile. 

The Humble Potato 

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato 

Had eyes for each other, 

And finally they got married, 

And had a little sweet potato, 

Which they called ‘Yam’. 

Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. 

When it was time,  

They told her about the facts of life. 

They warned her about going out 

And getting half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, 

And get a bad name for herself like 

‘Hot Potato’, 

And end up with a bunch of Tater Tots. 

Yam said not to worry, 

No Spud would get her into 

The sack and make a rotten potato out of her! 

But on the other hand 

She wouldn’t stay home 

And become a Couch Potato either. 

She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny  

Like her Shoestring cousins. 

When she went off to Europe,  

Mr. And Mrs. Potato told Yam 

To watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland. 

And the greasy guys from France 

Called the French Fries. 

And when she went out to the wild west, 

To be careful there 

So she wouldn’t get scalloped. 

Yam said she would stay on 

The straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate 

With those high class Yukon Golds, 

Or the ones from the other side of the tracks 

Who advertise their trade 

On all the trucks that say, ‘Frito Lay’. 

Mr. And Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. 

(that’s Potato University) 

So that when she graduated 

She'd really be in the Chips. 

But in spite of all they did for her, 

One-day Yam came home and announced  

She was going to marry Tom Brokaw. 

Tom Brokaw! 

Mr. And Mrs. Potato were very upset. 

They told Yam she couldn’t  

Possibly marry Tom Brokaw  

Because he’s just . . . 

A COMMON TATER