French Fries - an extended metaphor.
Note how the poet combines both images of teenagers and potatoes. And note how many words can be taken to have two meanings
French Fries
We are not your average couch potatoes.
Yes, we were at one point spuds, But now we are more grown up
Tall and thin
Short and stubby,
And we all speak different languages, not just French.
We tend to smell when steaming,
The longer under pressure,
The stronger the stench and saltiness.
We are usually found in clumps
At fast food places and other hangouts.
But we can be home made if the urge arises.
We have been accused of causing adults heart attacks
For reasons which we don’t understand.
Each of us is unique.
Some of us have weight issues,
And have developed a tough exterior.
Others are just boring and soggy.
And no matter how different we are
Grease is spurged all over us
And at any time, it is possible for us to be mashed
By the heavy weights we bear.
We love to have parties in dark places together
Where we get fried to perfection.
During the day, we plot against the world
And complain about our short lives.
Then we just come to the realization:
“We’re just fries, wut in the hell are we gonna do?”
by Jenn Partridge
