My grandmother always told me

Grate the sweet potato

Never blend it

Befriend its texture through toil

Or the pudding will spoil

Sticky and blocky, not sweet and fluffy

Lovely and yummy and orange

And glazed

You must grate it, not blend it

For hours unfazed

Then mix it, bake it and leave it to cool

You must grate it, not blend it

You’ll end up a fool

So grate it, shake it, mix it and bake it

An hour, remove it

Then leave it to cool

Cut it, pack it and take it to school

Share with your friends

Hand it out to your teachers

Watch looks of love

Spread over their features

As they lick their lips for the last bit of taste

Do what granny said

And see naught go to waste