It’s a hard marble rock

A well famed potato farmer,

busy in job, round d’ year

Picks up breeds genuine,

toils hard with potato saplings

Irrigates fields with fresh water,

weeds out feeble, a routine chore

Protects herbs from pest attacks,

bloom lovely tender plants

Evidently to bear bounty crops,

dreams to harvest pretty potatoes

Harvesting season on,

on assigned date digging done

Done with utmost care,

potatoes ploughed out,
 a lot of cheer

Dug a tidy way, no bruises made,

no single one gets damaged

Jut out of the black soil,

as if precious sparkling jewels!

Delicate sun, 
cool breeze of winter,

a sigh of relief, its a crop bumper

But he was not fully done yet,

a patch of hard land still left

Plough defeated, even d' spade

shovels, mighty crowbars failed

Work ought to be kept at bay,

pending for the next day

 For d' stubborn patch, 
final trial made,

heavy shovel plunged,
 in to d' earthen bed

Discovered with utter surprise,

it’s a POTATO OF BIG SIZE

almost covering  entire spot

biggest potato of d’ planet!

How to dig it out, out of earth,

can’t carry in a tractor or truck

Obviously a bone breaking task,

who to consult, whom to ask!

Just then a Giant was passing by,

agreed to dig out & for lunch to try

Pulled d’ potato out of d’ ground,

with a huge thud, a splitting sound

Carried to a restaurant, close by,

split  it for a curry & a part for fry

soon spread news in d’ tiny town,

so huge a potato, none ever seen

Must be tasty, each wished to try

tempted to relish d’ curry & d’ fry

Giant ate its share, departed in hurry

Men couldn’t eat, it’s no potato curry,

D’ one who tried first, was in shock,

it’s no potato, a hard marble rock