Potato Eaters

A homely Dutch brood sat 'round a square table,

Thhim, Byet, Kaarl, Saydee... weird cousin Yaeble.

They supped on potatoes in some dim light,

Like all unattached Dutch singles at night.

In one dark corner, a second kettle sat, cold,

Yes, a second tea kettle they all could've sold!

Fools! There're nose jobs to be had!

Sell that kettle already! Stop looking bad!

But... maybe, the Potato Eaters were doing just fine.

Maybe. Or maybe they were plotting a crime.

Dutch people are wily. It's all those darn tubers.

Let's give it up for these sad, homely goobers!