Tater Tots ?

I was goin through my old posts the other nite and I came across this fine poum about tater tots. I wrote this on the forum back in 2006, way before my health went to the dogs. If I remember rightly this was posted in response to Dos Huevos, after he had posted a poem he done made up about tater tots, for the Lawn Ranger of all people on accounta mose of his pictures had tater tots in them. I sat right down and penned this little nugget about tater tots two. All by mineself. I wrote quite a few poums on the board over the years, one in response to Stike when he done stepped alittle too close to his lit egg one day and air-tanned a part of him what we don't care to know about. I'll have to dig that one up for shore. I wrote another one twoo...to AlaskanC when she was kept teasin' us bout postin a photo of her "lint trap"...but never actually did it. That was a good poum two but I'm guessin seein a picture of her lint trap wooda bin better.. Heck, two years ago, after one of my hip replacements and before the second one, while I was still recuperatin' at home I wrote a fine poum over on the bbq forum about bungs. I had a long phone conversation with the owner of that forum late that night and it was the first time one of mine posts on there was evah deleted...people get so mad when you riet poems about bungs it aint even funny... I laft until I stopt, then I laft sum more. Hmm....I do miss the good ole days..when I kood sit down and write me a fine poum, or some other silly post....good lord...will it ever come back to me?

I spose one of these days when they done replaced all of mine leg joints I might get back to mine old self agin....nevah can tell....

Posted to Dos Huevos in 2006

Tater Tots.

A poet you is not
but still a good guy


though you love the tot
I love the letter i


take the o outta tot
put in the i from it


you can eat your tater rot
I'll have my tater tit


mistah tater head is gone
his tater tots had eyes


mowin missis taters lawn
spud done caught us guys


Now its three months later
her butt is growin roots


my thing it smells of tater
time for runnin boots


dont play with food my momma said
how'd she evah know


playin with miss ol tater head
would make her butt vines grow


couldn unnerstan till dusk
when we wus goin in beds


momma she done smelled of must
when she done kissed our heds


as she walked away I seen
a tiny little bump


a peekin point of bright bright green
tater roots from her rump


think I'll give you back your i
and take me back my o


mornings check my standin guy
to see if vines did grow


this is just no way to live
worried bout my goober


just because my love to give
was given to a tuber

StumpBaby.

Ahh..the life of a Stump....