Mashed Potato Polka

Oh, mound so white and lumpy,
Your substance fills the plate with thunderous splashes of gravy.
Yes, you're my mashed potato.

My mind whirls, thinking of you,
Whipped and fluffed and cooked to steamy perfection.
Yes, my mashed, hot, steamy, whipped, fluffy mashed potato.
I eat you as I watch cable.

Oh, I'd eat you night and day, if I were able,
My mashed potato.

Sometimes my dreams have you covering Dave and Hope's table,
My mashed potato.

My favor goes to your eyes, even over Betty Grable's.
Why, in beef-fat-laden gravy, you are my fable,
My mashed potato.