A French Fry Dipped in Mashed Potato

There are no words to right describe the taste
Of one small French fry dipped in mashed tubers
The skins of taters wrapped around the stalk
Of the pomme frite, erect with purest zest
No one beholds the flavor, just because
They think it strange to dip one food into
Itself, and yet, if only they had known
That Einstein, Newton, Moses oft enjoyed
That pleasure of a meta-potato
The aged Bible doth purport that the
Cause of Eve’s great sin was but a fruit;
Little do they circulate the fact
That Eve was actually tempted with
An apple dipp-ed in some applesauce
The closest we mere mortals come to God
Is one food deep within the throes of self
Someday the world will fully be at peace
The young in Mozambique will all hold hands
With all the lads and lassies of Japan
And all the starving kids in Africa
Will raise their fists in triumph and pure joy
Gripped within their fingers lies the key
French fry and mashed potato – food of ages!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice! Potato – YAY!