Culture Poems

Ode to the People’s Spud

A “potato’s potato” 
  the others would call him
Not exactly rotund, 
      but ... nor was he slim.

A stud for the ages, a chap—
    A warm face to slap on
And gee golly we’ll miss him 
    now that he’s gone!

A head so divine: 
   quite bulbous it was
And smooth! 
   Not even the wisp of a stray fuzz

But, sadly, he was a he...
    that much surely was true. 
And for that benign crime 
   There’s not much we could do. 

That head! That beautiful head—
   It be cursed as a he!
And we—we just won’t abide 
    hes that are weeds.

And so that old rascal,
   That louse and that hater,
Was kicked down off his perch 
   As the number one tater 

The people’s potato. 
    Undercooked. Overthrown!
In his place, we’ve replaced,
  That old toy we once owned.
Sean Dempsey
Sean Dempsey moved to New Hampshire as one of the first 100 ‘Free Staters.’ He supports unabashedly shouting the liberty message from the rooftops. No pale pastels; Sean believes Libertarians need vibrant and bold messaging and that the freedom message is not something by which to be embarrassed.

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