My Hopes Are Dashed and Scattered

My hopes are dashed and scattered,
There’s no more grace to spare,
For flyaway potatoes
Have landed everywhere!
They’ve landed on my shoulders,
They’ve landed on my knee,
They’ve landed in the ocean,
They’ve landed in the sea.
Some folks would call it bounty,
But I call it bad luck
To live in Tater County
And drive a tater truck.
Perhaps I should be grateful
For taters, lanes, and such,
But after three bad crashes,
I am not grateful much.


Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #266
More Writers’ Pantry #20 at Poets and Storytellers United


Posted on May 17, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. A vivid story!… I will be seeing taters everywhere today.

  2. How nice to enter the Writers’ Pantry and find some potatoes just waiting for your hungry eyes. Well done, teach!

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      That’s just the coolest comment, Ron. Would you like your taters mashed or fried?

      On Sun, May 17, 2020 at 4:45 AM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


  3. Never underrate the influence of potatoes especially now they appears to have learnt to fly where you are.

  4. Totally not saying I would welcome potatoes flying into my yard…but I’ll just stand here on the patio with a bucket and wait. 🙂

  5. I want to see this in a children’s book! I can already imagine the pictures.

  6. Too much of a good thing can leave a body quite overwhelmed. To think of it, too much of a bad thing has a rather similar effect.

    I recently read an article about potato farmers not being able to sell/distribute their crops lately. Your poem made me think of them.

    • magicalmysticalteacher

      I read that story about the potato farmers too, Magaly, and while my poem is lighthearted and meant to make readers laugh, the plight of the potato farmers is no laughing matter. They’re going to be in bad shape if they can’t find a market for their crops.

      On Sun, May 17, 2020 at 7:22 AM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:


      • Sometimes, the easiest way to digest the horrors is through a bit of humor (at least for me). I feel for those farmers, and everyone who is suffering extra much through this crisis. So many ways to suffer and lose these days.

  7. Flyaway potatoes! Now that’s a sight I won’t soon forget 🙂

  8. Love the magical imagery and rhyme!

  9. I want some of those taters.

  10. If the potato folks and dairy producers can team up, maybe they can start a demand for cheese fries which will use up all those excess ‘taters.

  11. Lol! Those potatoes sound like missiles! Always a pleasure to read your posts 🙂

  12. Beverly Crawford

    I love, love, love this zesty little lyric. It made me want to skip! Thanks for lightening things up!

  13. Make mine tater tots–this was a fun read!

  14. Yes, I want that children’s book too. You do this kind of thing so well! (Or maybe a kids’ book for adult kids?)

  15. hmm free potatoes aren’t so bad actually 🙂

  16. love this bouncy and fun read. taterlly enjoyed it. 🙂

  17. The thought of “flyaway potatoes.” It reminds me of the old comedies where a truckload of produce spreads across the road. I also remember being dumped off a hay wagon with my brother being buried under the bales. (I laugh about that, too) He was okay.

  18. Susie Clevenger

    This made me giggle…much needed giggles Thank you for your tater poem 🙂

  19. for me i was giggling about the Taters truck and such until i got to the end and my mouth was a huge O! great write indeed!

  20. Cara Hartley

    Fortunately, the bag of potatoes that my son and I brought home from Costco has thus far behaved itself.
    ~Cie from Poetry of the Netherworld~

  21. I would just love to see your thoughts stream on a video for just an hour. Sounds like these taters were stud spuds.

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