Poem Inspired by seeing a Mr and Mrs Potato Head at a car boot sale, they had both seen better days and Mrs Potato Head had a home made outfit on her. 11/12/23
Mr Spud Head is wearing a frown Some eejit stole his wife’s best gown His wife who’s called Myrtle Looks like a gross turtle Spud’s concerned that the chips are down They’re going out, Myrtle gets dressed But Spud Head sees she looks depressed Her old gown doesn’t fit And mis-shapes her left tit She’s crying and looking distressed Poor Spud Head must think on his feet He whips off their king size bed sheet Wife’s bod won’t be seen Cos it’s Halloween He’s keeping watch on what she’ll eat There’s excellent news about Myrtle She no longer looks like a turtle Myrtle went on a diet Spud insisted she try it To ‘platewatchers’ she will now hurtle!
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