The Passing

To all of you who have been reading my blog for awhile and might be interested to know, Clarence Fitzgerald II, my pet potatoe, has passed on at last.
For the last several days there's been an odd smell near my bed that I couldn't quite place. It suddenly occured to me this afternoon to check out Clarence (who lived and died right next to my head) and sure enough, he was dripping potatoe rot.
He had a dignified burial, and will be much missed by all. As a tribute and kind of obituary, I have written Clarence a poem:

Proudly sits the potatoe
in dignified repose
watching contentedly from his corner
as the world comes and goes
sometimes he hums a little tune
to keep himself amused
but mostly he just sits and stares
and sometimes spouts bits of philosophy
as all good potatoes do.

To Clarence Fitzgerald; a better potatoe I never knew.