“THE TATER-TOTER”
It happened many years ago.
A dusty road in  Idaho.
Still in my horse 'n' buggy mode,
I passed a man with heavy  load.
Those bagged potatoes he did bear,
(In Idaho they're  ev'rywhere.)
They surely weighed him down a ton.
Or maybe even more than  one.
"Wouldst like a lift, pal?" I implored.
He thanked me as he clumb  aboard.
(And if you doubt that clumb's a word,
You're right; it's really  quite absurd.
But I digress.) We hit the road.
I said, "Put down your heavy load."
He said, "It's good to sit a spell.
I'm grateful more than words can tell,
But hate to burden your poor horse,
With me, plus all  these spuds, of course."