Complicated Potatoes

A fat man like meCan never bother with tea or brieI must go right to the main sourceAnd wolf it down like a rhinocerosBut a woman like herCan tease me with a warm hors d’ouevreShe slices and dices nicelyWhich has a way of enticing meArmed with an apron and spatulaShe is a post-modern goddess of loveSo why does she feed me pate`When she knows what I’m gonna sayComplicated potatoes again? Complicated potatoesShe spices her icings preciselyArousing me aromaticallyI had a recent rhinoscopySo I could smell every recipeStill she leaves me on pre-heatWhen she knows that I love to eatComplicated potatoes againComplicated potatoes

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