The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of the Potato Cadaver Undead Revival

The Terrible Ghastly Beastliness of "THE POTATO CADAVER UNDEAD REVIVAL" (sonnet) The Potato of Terror, April 24th 2002 They dug him up with a great pointed spade, Awoke him from his rest of ninety years, And O what a great bellowing he made, And shook his fists, and twitched his pointed ears! For there was much skullduggery afoot, And horrid ghastly beastliness besides, The Spud Maiden's Swan Song had taken root Deep in his soul and tuberous insides. Her tragic voice had roused the pixie throngs Provoked the wrath of tuber overlords, And small brown furry things in rubber thongs Sprang to their feet and brandished tiny swords. King Edwards, Caras! Hide your youngest sons! A vast undead potato this way comes!