johnsbucket   10 #1 Posted May 5, 2015 Walter brought you to our humble land, The Queen looked puzzled when he held it in his hand, This root veg planted in the ground, Quite oddly shaped a sort of round, So in a few lines maybe I should Pay homage to the wonderful spud, Be it as Chips or roasted or still in its Jacket, Once copied by Aliens and sold in a packet, For without ye potato, where would we be, The pride of many a British tea, Mashed or boiled, old and new, Without you potato just what would we do.  johnsbucket Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...