Potatoes From the Store

One potato, three potato, four potato more
every potato in the bag was rotten,
so I kicked them out the door.
I loaded them back in the bag,
and I took them back to the store.
I told the lady my problem,
and she asked me if I’d like more.
“Another bag of these?” I said,
“Oh, no thank you.”
“This brand I utterly deplore.”
“It’s quite intolerable.”
“Oh no, I don’t want anymore!”
“Please find me something better,
or I’ll go find another store.”
One with better produce, I thought,
and I dropped the bag to the floor.
I left very unhappy,
with that small town grocery store.
I can’t wait until it's summer again,
when the Farmer’s Market
has home grown potatoes I adore.