Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato

 

had eyes for each other,

 

and finally they got married,

 

and had a little sweet potato,

 

which they called 'Yam.'

 

Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.

 

When it was time,

 

they told her about the facts of life.

 

They warned her about going out

 

and getting half-baked,

 

so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed,

 

and get a bad name for herself like

 

'Hot Potato,'

 

and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.

 

Yam said not to worry,

 

no Spud would get her into

 

the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!

 

But on the other hand

 

she wouldn't stay home

 

and become a Couch Potato either.

 

She would get plenty of exercise

 

so as not to be skinny

 

like her Shoestring cousins.

 

When she went off to Europe,

 

Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam

 

to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland.

 

And the greasy guys from France

 

called the French Fries.

 

And when she went out west,

 

to watch out for the Indians

 

so she wouldn't get scalloped.

 

Yam said she would stay on

 

the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate

 

with those high class Yukon Golds,

 

or the ones from the other side of the tracks

 

who advertise their trade

 

on all the trucks that say,

 

'Frito Lay.'

 

Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U.

 

(that's Potato University)

 

so that when she graduated

 

she'd really be in the Chips.

 

But in spite of all they did for her,

 

one-day Yam came home and announced

 

she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.

 

Tom Brokaw!

 

Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.

 

They told Yam she couldn't

 

possibly marry Tom Brokaw

 

because he's just.......

 

Are you ready for this?

 

 

Are you sure?

 

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OK! Here it is!

 

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A COMMON TATER

oh brother.

:banghead

Ok. Steff, that covers your monthly allotment of puns. None till June!

 

That potato story was ..... au ....... gratin.

Ok.  Steff, that covers your monthly allotment of puns.  None till June! 

 

That potato story was ..... au ....... gratin.