It's the Spuds' Malevolence
With sinister speed, they come and go
The sentient spuds of Idaho
From deep in Sligo they are sprung
For spudly Gotterdammerung
For tubers know weltanschauung
With schadenfreude the taters grow
In weltschmerz under heavy snow
A tattie of such malfeasant grace
Does not evince the spuddish race
Their earthy plottings underground
Elude our tater ultrasound
The revolution comes around
This surely is a hopeless case
These free-will spuds will fry this place
| Contributors: | fester, Kansas Sam, snood, F, Dassn't Say, Anon., N. |
| Poem finished: | 14th August 2003. |