One grim day on a California road
A truck lay useless, shattered on its side
Its cargo ruptured, once a heavy load
Of new sweet taters on a fateful ride
A wave of tubers flew, a tragic tide
Of tumbling terror freed of box and crate
Once destined to be baked, or boiled, or fried
And now a squishy end, an awful fate
For none would now survive to see the date
Of some fat lady's rich Thanksgiving feast
Marshmallow smeared, and buttered on a plate
Or with a burger, sliced and nicely greased
Instead, a drying smear of starchy goo
And now, good grief, I'm hungry. How 'bout you?
Bravo! I am thoroughly impressed.