The ‘Tater Savior

Project OpenBook: The Tater Savior
Have ye’ heard the tale of the tiny ‘tater,
Who changed the world, a veggie-crusader.
‘Twas nineteen hundred twenty-one
And life as a spud wasn’t much fun.
As a small brown veggie, ‘yer days numbered few.
And Paul Potater found himself feeling blue.
It had been a rough year, a really rough ride.
Mother was mashed and father was fried.
Granny was pureed into potato soup,
And Grandpa sliced up in buttery goop.
His buddy Bobby had been twice-baked.
He’d heard of a torture called ‘peeled and flake’d’.
So what would it be? What was Paul’s fate?
Steamed, smoked, stuffed or sautee’d?
FRENCH FRIES said the sign on the wall.
“So I guess this it…” Paul started to bawl.
Then he noticed an onion sitting next to the dicer.
And thought to himself, “I must sacrifice her”.
In that moment of terror, the onion he pushed
And out of the slicer, the onion rings whooshed.
Into the oil flew ten perfect rings.
Snap, crackle, pop. “Yowser, this stings!”
Sure it was rude; that much Paul knew.
But he thought to himself “’twas me or ‘twas you.”
And in that moment when the first rings were shaved
Millions of future potatoes were saved.

Phil HausslerWritten by Phil Haussler.
Illustrated by Brad Sneed.



This illustrated poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.

To learn more and follow the journey, visit:
marblespark.com/project-openbook

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6 Responses to “The ‘Tater Savior”

  1. judypilmaier Says:

    You get more creative as time goes on. Loved this one.

  2. bencurnett Says:

    “'twas”. one of my favorite words. This was great.

  3. marblespark Says:

    Agreed, Ben! Just can't overuse 'Twas', especially in everyday conversation

  4. marblespark Says:

    Agreed, Ben! Just can't overuse 'Twas', especially in everyday conversation

  5. Swirlgirl Says:

    Oh I love this! Such a cute smart poem!

  6. Swirlgirl Says:

    Oh I love this! Such a cute smart poem!

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