I remember when I was a potato,
About to die
By the fry-
-ing pan,
And that was the devious,
Devilish,
Fiendish,
Plan.
They wanted me
Like lust from their bellies,
Their pillow lint belly buttons
Begged for my meat,
Calling for my ****
By boiling, rolling, heat.
I did what I could,
With my potato eye!
I rolled like Ollie
Away from the fry!
Went off the counter
Landed with a smack,
Swore to my potato skin
That I ain't going back!
I rolled across the floor
Right under their nose!
A small child saw me
Said to his ma,
"Mr.potato head, there he goes!"
I soldiered on,
Got dirt in my eye!
But swore to myself,
Never the fry!
So I was near the door
Rolling a lopsided way,
I could see the light,
The sweet light of day!
I tried to roll faster
And tunnel sighted my eye,
I was getting so close
I was screaming "Goodbye!"
Then between the counter and door,
A distance I mistook,
Out went the sun,
And I was squished, underfoot.
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
I remember when I was a potato,
About to die
By the fry-
-ing pan,
And that was the devious,
Devilish,
Fiendish,
Plan.
They wanted me
Like lust from their bellies,
Their pillow lint belly buttons
Begged for my meat,
Calling for my ****
By boiling, rolling, heat.
I did what I could,
With my potato eye!
I rolled like Ollie
Away from the fry!
Went off the counter
Landed with a smack,
Swore to my potato skin
That I ain't going back!
I rolled across the floor
Right under their nose!
A small child saw me
Said to his ma,
"Mr.potato head, there he goes!"
I soldiered on,
Got dirt in my eye!
But swore to myself,
Never the fry!
So I was near the door
Rolling a lopsided way,
I could see the light,
The sweet light of day!
I tried to roll faster
And tunnel sighted my eye,
I was getting so close
I was screaming "Goodbye!"
Then between the counter and door,
A distance I mistook,
Out went the sun,
And I was squished, underfoot.