The story of the Potato.

Well, a girl Potato and boy Potato had eyes for each other.
Finally they got married, and had a little sweet Potato, who they ca…lled ‘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 West, they told her to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn’t get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn’t associate with those snooty 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. & 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. & Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn’t possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he was just…

Are you ready for this?
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Here it is!
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A COMMONTATER !

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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16 Responses to The story of the Potato.

  1. jstnotherday says:

    Oh my goodness! Did you make this up? I loved it! So creative. 🙂
    Caught at the first two sentences about the two potatos that had ‘eyes’ for each other, and had a little ‘sweet potato’. 😀

  2. ruthdetwiler says:

    I am sitting there laughing my back side off and this is so funny.
    Ruth

  3. HA! *snort* !!! 😛
    I yam impressed! This got a *snort* outa’ me! 😀
    I’d tell a joke about potatoes back to you…but I don’t know where to starch.
    And if I did…you might give me the sack!
    Mashed-Tater-HUGS!!! 😀

  4. HA! Okay! I just HAVE to tell you one of my fav potato jokes…
    Guess What?! I just got outrun by a potato.
    He was falling behind but then he spud up.
    😛 😀 😛

  5. mrswrangler says:

    Very nice. Glad for a laugh

  6. Zakiah says:

    Good. Glad you liked it.

  7. What a good laugh!!! hugs

  8. rudyhou says:

    lol. i was expecting a different ending. but this one puts a smile on my face.

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