103 – Kidnap, Torture, Murder, Mash

Poem number 103
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Kidnap, Torture, Murder, Mash
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Potato living happily
Beneath the stony soil
‘Til I got a garden fork
And dug you up to boil
Scrubbed you, scraped your earth away
Cut off all your skin
Chucked you in a saucepan
Threw your peelings in the bin
Oh! The sudden agony!
The burning, boiling pain!
Tumbling in the water
And you won’t get out again.
When you’re dead I’ll mash you up
With butter, in a bowl
You’re only a potato
Not a person, with a soul

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