A Poem: "French Fries Are My Weakness"

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French Fries Are My Weakness

Like Samwise Gamgee, I love potatoes, too.

You can boil them, mash them or stick them in a stew.

Potatoes are a comfort food and prompt less stress,

But of all the tater forms, French fries are my weakness.

Crinkle cuts aren’t my favorite, but I like them when they’re hot,

And though they’re not fries, I do like tater tots.

Or fresh-from-the-fryer from a famous fast-food chain,

When it comes to French fries, it’s a struggle to abstain.

A locally-owned restaurant serves amazing French fries.

To eat a full plate of them would likely be unwise.

Done up in a light batter, they’re crispy and delish.

Now my mouth is watering for a hot fry, golden wish.

Fries are not healthy, but they are a comfort food.

I cannot ignore the deliciousness they exude.

Those fresh, hot fries, tastily julienned.

To axe them from my life, I cannot comprehend.

Sure, I understand French fries in moderation,

But this is not a poem of aggravation.

Where’s that plate of fries with my name on it?

Please send it my way. Lickety-split!

Do you eat your fries plain or with a condiment?

A little salt and pepper has me content.

I’m hungry just thinking of fries as a treat.

Time to turn the oven on to preheat!