Well, SharonA, when you're hot, you're hot! Here's your Silver B.L.O.B.s for:

Though I've passed potatoes -- piles and piles --
I'm feeling paranoid
'Cause their eyes all watch me ev'rywhere I go.
Tell these spuds I need a little "space" -- they grow

AND for (I just love the last line!):

I'll load mixer, but... what does he get?
A hovering mother, then a heap of regret.
Say, Steven, don't you bawl because it can't go:
They're slow; they roll. I've flown mixers before.

Roll on, Sister, roll on!!

-- Áine