The humble spud is Belgium's joy
“Les frites” entice the hoi polloi
To the fritkot - hallmark of delight
Where hungry queues line up each night.
No recession for this staple food
Guaranteed to cheer the dullest mood
Soldiers in the First World War
Were cheered by “fries” and asked for more!
This modest dish by all accounts
With mayonnaise in large amounts,
Proclaims its pedigree with pride;
To resist is hopeless - we've all tried!
Nearly 3,000 people are employed
And 18 firms are overjoyed
At the potato's rising rate of sales;
The good ship “Spud” will brave all gales!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015