The 2nd in a series of poems about vegetable growing in my garden. Enjoy!
PotatOde
I’m growing potatoes it’s ever so sweet
They grow underground and taste good to eat
They take up much space as the plant it abounds
You pile up dirt over the tubers in mounds
The plants grow wild, a darkish green color
Purple and white comes the small gentle flower
I am forced to choose between beauty and function
Do I remove the flowers at this early junction?
Doing so now would hurt the aesthetic
But might make the harvest less pathetic
If I am lucky ...
