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St. Tater Tot
by Gregory R SchelskeOn St. Patrick's Day one soggy March
our potato farm lost its starch
a year's supply of spuds we stashed
became a year's supply of potatoes mashed
Father McCree, a man of zeal
prayed a prayer of heavenly appeal
and this is what the good priest said,
what we have is neither lost nor dead
Your spuds, it seems, I heard him utter
could use some salt and a touch of butter
let's shape this mush into bite-size dots
and pack them up as tater-tots.
03/08/2007 Author's Note: Written for the St. Patrick's Day Limrick Contest
Posted on 03/08/2007
Copyright © 2026 Gregory R Schelske
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