Spud Love

by Brian Rock

Spud Love by Brian Rock

Spud was a tater
Lookin’ for a mate or
Someone he could date or
Maybe just a friend.

Spud met Ida,
He took her for a ride-a
Through the countryside-a
And back home again.

Spud said “Baby,
Let’s be wed today be-
Fore another day be-
Cause I love you lots!”

Spud and Ida
Moved to the West side-a
Where they now reside-a
Raising tater tots.

  — Brian Rock

Copyright © 2004. All Rights Reserved. From Don't Play with Your Food. First Light Pub. Reprinted by permission of the author.

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From Don't Play with Your Food

Hotdogs strut, fishes fret, and celery runs amok in this playful collection of food related poems for children (and adults with childlike tendencies.) From the perils of life in a salad bowl to spicy dances behind cupboard doors, Brian Rock and John Moerner lead a poetic and playfully picturesque romp through the secret life of food.

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About the Author

Brian Rock is a children’s author and former teacher. He has enjoyed writing stories since he was old enough to hold a no. 2 pencil. Although he was once put out of class for writing too many stories, he went on to receive a master’s degree in Creative Writing and Children’s Literature from Hollins University. Along the way, Brian has performed as a stand-up comic, worked as a “McCountant,” and written award-winning country songs. He lives in Virginia with his wife, his daughter, and his many imaginary friends.

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