With water flowing from the kitchen tap,
I wash my potato nice and clean.
Out of my daydreaming I do snap,
For the cold splash makes me careen.
Peeling it is indeed a chore,
I wish it would happen on its own.
Ugh, I consider it such a bore,
That I play some music on my phone.
Eventually, I reach for the knife,
For it was time to chop the spud.
Distracted by the vagaries of life,
I let it slip and fall with a thud.
Resting mere inches from my toes,
I see the sharp and shiny blade.
Relieved it did not add to my woes,
I carry on except being more staid.
Drizzling some oil on the pan,
I prepare it for a good saute.
It gets cooked as per my plan,
Browning in the heat, as they lay.
Mixed with herbs, salt, and spice,
My dish is ready for me to taste.
Mmmm, my senses it did entice,
Not a speck of it will go waste!
As I gorge on it, thoughts of the past and future fade away.
For this humble potato on my plate has indeed made my day! :)
