Potatoes
by Austin T
(NJ)
As I was thrown into the heart of battle,
I never ate any potatoes;
When I found a farmers field,
I ate more spuds than a spud spuckling sparrow,
The grays rushed in my field;
We shot them in their tracks,
No taters for them,
More for me;
And my men of the 92nd Infantry.
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