POOR POTATO POTATOR

“Oh woe, Oh woe”

Potator wailed and his life was low

His brother cut

His heart shut

Never shall he trust

Humans who must

Eat his people

His mind and heart cracking triple

“Oh woe” he cried out

Hoping for his brother to shout

“Potator, I’m fine!”

But he knows it’s just his mind

His brother minced

And diced

Forever he shall live in anger

Hoping to turn the humans into a hanger