Potato Poem

Running through the forest
Where it's really dark
Something's Chasing after me
Could it be a lark?

It's getting much closer
Coming from behind
Then I realize I'm trespassing
I wonder if I'll be fined?

Suddenly I trip
And fall unto the ground
Then something grabs me
And spins me around

I look up at the thing
Expecting to see the ugly
Instead I see a Potato
Rather cute and pudgy

Its arms are long and hairy
And his face looks kinda mean
I was just about to say something
but then he tore out my spleen

I screamed in terror
As he ate my fingers five
I couldn't really help it
I was being eaten alive

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